Darling - Poem by Meny Alonso
Darling I’m so sorry
About all the things I put you through
I never mean to hurt you it’s just things have this funny way of turning out
I don’t want to make any more excuses
You know it’s hard enough as it is.
I guess it’s old news and you keep telling me to tell you something new
But I love you.
So tell me, what can I do?
Should I rebel?
Should I fight back?
Should I take arms against a sea of troubles...
But opposition doesn’t equal closure
And I’ve been at it for way too long now.
Why can’t we just go around it?
Does everything have to be worked out?
What use is it that I’m so happy when we’re together
If I have to apologise for it for hours on end later
“I’m terribly sorry sir, I’ll have him punish me during my next orgasm”
How can I make you understand that I can’t live without you
That I love you –period-
And I know it’s old news
I know I’m not all that original
Sorry about that
I’m sorry about my manic depressive states
I’m sorry about my senseless babbling
I’m sorry about my gluttony
I’m sorry about my selfishness
I’m sorry about the curfew
And my dad yelling at you
I’m sorry I make you so insecure
But hey, I’m insecure too.
Sorry I missed your aunt’s birthday
And your cousin’s
And that dinner Sunday.
Sorry I didn’t make it to your sister’s wedding yesterday.
But surely you understand
See I’m not mature enough yet
I’m actually three
Yeah, what you see are all implants
I’m sorry you’re stuck with me
I’m not sorry I have you
I’m just sorry I don’t have as much of you as I’d like.
I’m sorry you don’t like my writing
I’m sorry you don’t like my friends
I’m sorry my family’s such a pain in the rear
I’m sorry I can’t make it change.
I’m sorry I’m only 17
I’m sorry I’m not as smart as you are
But let’s go around it one more time.
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