To apologize in your eyes would I appear weak? Would my saying I’m sorry to you, be the ultimate sign of defeat? If I told you I never meant to hurt you, would it be so hard to believe? That every time I see pain in your face my heart begins to grieve. I do not wish to upset you or insult your intelligence. I only wish to somehow justify, in your life my existence. The pain you feel I wish I could remove from your heart. I strive to undo the damage I’ve caused that’s tearing you apart. That which you feel for me, may be justified but still it hurts. So my attempt to change your opinion of me starts with an apology for all it’s worth. I only ask, don’t judge me by my past mistakes but rather study me till you’re sure. Despite my wrong doings my intentions were true, and the love in my heart is pure. So against all odds I stand before you now, humble and wholly exposed. I know who I am and what I’m capable of, I only pray that your heart isn’t closed. You have no reason to give me a chance, you could turn your back and you wouldn’t be alone. I don’t expect you to forget the trouble I’ve caused, just allow me to prove I’m much better than I’ve shown.
He coloured me red the colour of roses and sunsets His words were like a soothe to my torn appendage. A bandage that would tend the inflammation. In the blindness, I accepted unintentionally the tenderness and generosity.
Soon, the sky howled Tearing down the frantic earth for daring to look up.
The bandage was torn off By words , of words The wound lay there unattended and oozing with vile blood. Clots are missing !! As if the body seems rejecting itself, depriving of love. Is this a sort of monstrousity ? Am I me? Or perhaps a gruesome creation of Mary Shelley?