Tuesday, August 12, 2014

APOLOGIES


On mornings like this
I want to apologize
For every unkind word
I’ve put down on paper.

I wake up drenched in memories
Only wanting to return to sleep
Where intentions aren't a question
And reality is the dream.

I speak your name so harshly
Not out of anger, or out of spite,
But in my last hopes in believing  
There’s nothing for me here.