Sorry
This ain't your depiction of forever
Actions confined by my feelings
Far from foreboding, distemper, fear, and double crossing you know all to well
Unsettled questions wielding a sword of ignorance
Lost dreams lifting your shield protecting
Me from me
You from me
Sorry
A meaningless word attempting to heal deep gashes
You see it regardless of you dismay
Hence your patterened placement of me in your garden laid low
Fighting myself choking on staged complacency.
Ripping up your flowers you place me back only because I equally destroyed your weeds
Sorry
A weak word in attempt to replant.
My pain creating naivness ignorantly asking you to be a superhuman driven by self hatred and a future unseen
Hoggish
My pain asking you to cherish my highs as repite for the dirtiest darkest lows
Sorry
and a weak thank you means nothing.
Only a sad acknowledgment to imprisioning you as my mortal soldier.
Copyright © Ashley Fitch | Year Posted 2018
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