Sorry

I'm bad at apologies.

"Sorry" spills from my lips,

Or written notes are tucked into pages.

Or worse, words get stuck in my mind,

The most important apologies never said aloud,

Trapped in my head.

You deserve so much more than sorry

You deserve so much more than a poem

Written in the dead of night.

And yet here I am,

Scribbling lines,

Because my love for you makes me scared.

The throbbing in my chest pulses in time to these lines,

A sorry I'm too weak to say.

Love is a scary thing.

Your name is permanently tattooed on my heart,

Permanent ink and flowing calligraphy.

But it's deeper than that,

Because I'm not the only one in love.

You love me too,

And thank God I know that now,

Because you love with an intensity that makes me stand straighter.

You understand my thoughts,

Reading between the lines of this poem,

And so when you read this,

You'll smile.

Because love this deep means I don't have to waste my time with

Useless apologies.

The real apology is hidden inside,

And only you know how to find it.