Dear Me.
I'm so sorry.
I apologize to you profusely.
I'm begging for forgiveness from you
For putting you through all I did
In my idiocy, my naive sense of
"Hey, maybe this'll work".
Dear Me.
Look what I've done to you.
Torn you.
Ripped you apart from what you were
And turned you into something
Unrecognizable.
I was selfish, I was stupid,
And I'm sorry.
Your dignity.
Your innocence.
Your trust.
Your hope in the goodness of people
Whom you've loved in a cloud of dirty tricks.
I've stolen these from you
Tossed them over the bridge
For the sake of an adventure that's left
Us both a former fraction of ourselves.
Dear Me.
I'm so sorry.
I think I knew while it was going on
That nothing this twisted
Nothing that only felt right 15%
Of the time
Could end well for anyone.
Dear broken, shattered, shadow-of-self me.
I'm so very, very sorry.
I owe myself many apologies, this is really well done, its so vulnerable
ReplyDeleteSo glad I checked back at Sunday Scribble! So true about anything only feeling 15% right surely can't be good!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Girl! Been there, done that, different details. It's still better to be a loving, trusting soul with wisdom than someone who lives in suspicion...Love you!
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