I’m Sorry
I’m sorry has been so overused, it’s become a part of me.
To be sorry.
For asking for your care and respect.
I’m sorry I asked for an open ear when my pillow was filled with tears.
I’m sorry for asking for kindness when I needed it most.
Im sorry for expecting the person I loved most
to be there when I wanted to end it all.
How much longer do I have to wait?
This thing called love, lately has been feeling like hate.
They say that putting others first is always a blessing.
But as in doing so, I feel that I’m just digressing.
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