Sorry

January 15, 2018

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry I’m not the perfect little housewife

Who cooks your meals every day.

I’m sorry I can’t be the person you want.

I’m sorry I have to be me instead of her-

Or her or her

(I see the way you stare).

I’m sorry that I disappoint you;

I know I disappoint myself sometimes.

I’m truly sorry you fell for me-

it wasn’t what you needed.

I’m sorry that I can’t fix us or make it all better

(I never learned how).

Instead, I learned how to cower away and

How to blow things out of proportion.

Like that one night you came home late.

I’m sorry I just don’t know how to change,

Yet I have faith that you’ll eventually love me just the way I am

Or else, I know that someone else will

And I bet you’ll be sorry if that day ever comes.

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