Something Other Than Sorry

And I am more than you see
but not more than you know
lives made of ink come with stains

it’s not your fault — I’m sorry

And the rainbows in my skin
are reflections through glass
that was broken in my veins

it’s not your fault — I’m sorry

And I’m still attacked by ghosts
on common city streets
in the middle of the day

it’s not your fault — I’m sorry

And I still panic at songs
on radio playlists
normal people like to play

it’s not your fault — I’m sorry

And I can’t help being scared
at the thought of a break
that could shatter a cracked frame

it’s not your fault — I’m sorry

And I’ve become overwhelmed
by the sound of your voice
mixed with basics like my name

it’s your fault — are you sorry?

And you’ve become the byline
to an unplanned story
unfolding under my skin

it’s your fault — are you sorry?

And my bones have learned to ache
at distances too short
to be plotted out with pen

it’s your fault — are you sorry?

And my fingers become lost
wandering in the dark
without your skin here to trace

it’s your fault — are you sorry?

And my mind no longer runs
distances far from you
freckles hidden in your face

it’s your fault — are you sorry?

And I’ve become exhausted
with how we gave love rules
set timelines for say and do

can we stop saying sorry?

And we could break the system
trash the rules they live in
tighter grips to pull us through

we could stop saying sorry


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