I’m sorry for all the things I make you forget
For the times I abandoned you
for the lack of remorse and the absence of regret
For all the unfinished lists
and the times I lost faith
For always searching for an escape
Whiplash between dying hope and dwindling youth
always obscuring the real you
procrastination and perfection
is a deadly combination
I should have stoked your fire
instead of stifling the flames
The ways the world has hurt you
should never bestow shame
I’m sorry for all the things I made you forget
For the times when your autonomy was stolen
For the choked-back cries and laments
For the paths filled in and the journeys lost
For holding it all in, no matter the cost