I'm Sorry - Poem by Sarah Whelan
I talk too much when I'm nervous.
But the words I should have said are still burning a hole in my mouth.
Too late to spit them out.
What I felt for you scared me.
One more knock and I would have shattered, I was a mess.
Actions spoke louder than no words.
You were the light in my darkness.
The only thing that helped, but you were drowning too.
I wanted to run to you every time.
I loved you. I still do. I'm sorry.
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