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.