I'M Sorry Poem by andrue finley

I'm sorry

Talking to death about my own close death seems to leave our relationship on the brink of death.

Stupid me, stupid of me to complain about the good things, it's stupid that I'm still looking for an audience to feel something

For me

We had something good didn't we. I felt something new, sad that I'm finally seeing things. After I burned it all to hell with my mouth so loose to suggest things.

Thoughts so fast it scorches my mind, burning regret, getting worse over the time.

The silence is petrifying me.
Sounds of reality rippling my body.

I bellow out pain like a bell for everybody.

Ding ding ding

Does everyone understand what's hurting me.

I'm happy. And it's killing me

I fought my war. I survived the worse. I claim that it has left only a curse.

But it is a curse I must bear for it has truly been for me. I changed, maybe for the better. I've become a better me.

It was more than unfair, criminal if so. To pierce my dark pain into a heart I think to be so pure.

I wish to go back, to rewrite my name. To stop going towards the pain like a moth to a flame.

I wish I had nothing to blame. Not a moment or a name.

But to love like the love that you said to me. Truly and rightfully the same.


I'm sorry.

Can we be ok? ? ?