I'm calling out to you
Without expectation
of acknowledgment,
and without hope.
This is a proclamation
of my guilt in all of this.
Even though you hate when I say this,
I have to say
I'm sorry.
Because my love
For you is so damn persistent.
I'm sorry
For making you doubt my love for you.
I'm sorry
For assuming you wanted to hurt me.
I'm sorry
For the fear of someone else
That hurt you just as much.
I'm sorry
For expecting you to understand.
I'm sorry
That I lost you,
and the chance to see you
become who you want to be,
and all we could've become.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem