Too Late Poem by Meghan Lindell

They say they didn't mean it.
Over and over they say they're sorry.
I know their game.
I'll trust them and start to warm up to them,
only to get stabbed in the back
with more of their words.

They said sorry over and over.
Almost as much as I've blinked.
I never listen to that apology
much less except it.
If I except their apology
they'll go be good for a while
then they come with their daggers.

Its too late for them to apologize.
I don't trust them or anyone else.
It is just too late.
I'm already numbed and scarred.
Why would I trust them with my heart
when my heart has already been shattered
and freshly glued back together?

It too late.