untitled catharsism

Poetry is ever the best or worst kind of revenge. Depends on the person you are trying to hurt. Or maybe what you’ve told them in the poem.

I wrote you a note,
words in red, over my body,
just one of the ways
I’m trying to say sorry
for falling for you,
and failing you
simultaneously.

Should you read the letters
etched into my skin,
I’ll be sure to apologise again,
whatever you want to hear,
it can’t be that,
whatever you want
it can’t be me.

r.l.w

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