I’m sorry.

Two words that seem

So small in comparison

To the betrayals committed

To warrant them.

I’m sorry.

Isn’t enough to fill

The space once occupied

By the naive trust

And faith I had in you.

I’m sorry.

Won’t ease the pain

Or repair my heart

Which shattered

Into tiny fragments.

I’m sorry.

Doesn’t help quiet

The spiraling thoughts

Of self blame

For not seeing through you.

I’m sorry.

I hate you

For making me

Hate you.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

I’m so sick of your

I’m sorrys.