I’m Sorry
By Ashley O’Hare
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry my head is a mess
and my tears have stained the floor,
but I hope you’ll settle for less
because I can’t be alone anymore.
I’m sorry my heart doesn’t beat as fast
and I keep checking over my shoulder,
but I’m scared from when I was here last
because back then I missed the signs of the crushing boulder.
I’m sorry I don’t smile as much
and I’ve lost interest in my hobbies,
but I hope you can still be my crutch
because otherwise I will be stuck in the lobby.
I’m sorry.
I’m trying.
I’m sorry.
ashleyohare 