Sorry Poem by sharon simani

Save your sorry.
One thing I don't need is any more apologies.
I got sorry greeting me at my front door. You can keep yours.
I don’t know what to do with them.
I'm gonna have to throw some away
I can’t get to the clothes in my closet for all the sorries.
I'm gonna tack a sign on my door, leave a message by the phone.
If you called to say you’re sorry, call somebody else.
I don't use ‘em anymore.

I let sorry, didn’t mean to, and how could I know about that take a walk down a dark and musty street in Brooklyn.
I'm gonna do exactly what I want to and I won’t be sorry for none of it.
Let a sorry soothe your soul. I'm gonna soothe mine.
You were always inconsistent doing something and then consistent in being sorry.
Beating my heart to death talking about you sorry. Well, I will not call, I'm not going to be nice.
I will raise my voice, scream and holler, break things and race the engine and tell all your secrets
about yourself to your face.
I won’t be sorry for none of it.

I loved you on purpose
I was open on purpose.
I still crave vulnerability and loose talk. I'm not even sorry bout you being sorry.
You can carry all the guilt and grime you wanna
just don't give it to me. I can’t use another sorry.
Next time you should admit you’re mean,
down low and low down, trifling.
Instead of being sorry all the time,
enjoy being yourself.