I drip apologies like a leaky faucet. When I open up to you, I immediately follow it with “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you that.”
Like I’m apologizing for feeling.
Like I’m apologizing for telling someone who cares about me how I really feel.
When you tried wiping away the tears I left on your shirt I whispered, “I’m sorry. I didn’t think.”
Like leaving a piece of yourself on someone’s sleeve is something to be ashamed of.
Like showing yourself in your rawest state is something to apologize for.
I stain your lips with the word sorry and leave the after taste of endless apologies after we kiss.
This poem is an apology to all my wasted nights saying sorry to people who never deserved it. Saying sorry as an excuse to stop fighting. Saying sorry for things that did not need an apology followed by them.
This poem is an apology for never saying sorry to the one person who deserved it most: me. I’m sorry for not valuing your actions and feelings enough to let them live without killing them with an apology.
can i apologize in advance for basically everything i will ever do
2009 me would think that 2014 me was hot and thats all that matters
I want you (via lesbian-a-la-mode)youmademebelieveindreams)
I want, I want, I want
god I can be so selfish
but all I want is your face
nestled up against my neck
until the sun rises
and your hand in mine
so we never spend
a second apart.
I’m selfish for your love
and I will be
until the day I die
because I want your kisses
to be mine
and no one else’s.
I want your sleepy yawns
and even your shaky
3 am nightmares
because I want to be the one
to make you feel better.
I’m human and I’m selfish
and I’m selfish for you.
BRING IT ON