The Wrong Time Poem by Martin Holm Sjölin

Can you call this feeling love?
I'm not so sure.
But I would like it to be love.
Because I know I've hurt you and your feelings.
And knowing that makes me sick.
It feels like I'm going to throw up any second now.

Can you forgive this idiotic excuse of a man?
For his fault of choosing the wrong word, at the wrong time.
Or is it to late?
Have I played my part?

Or can you give me a second chance?
A chance to redeem myself.
A chance to learn to know you, and maybe even love you.