Please forgive my false regrets.

May 27, 2008.

I'm sorry that you knocked me off of this cliff that i stand on.
I'm sorry that you broke my heart and left it bleeding.
I'm sorry that you screamed in my face for attention.
I'm sorry that you hardly cast your eyes in my direction.
I'm sorry that your finger only wags and never holds.
I'm sorry that your butcher knife lips cut my soul.
But mostly, I'm sorry that I can't be sorry at all.
I'm not sorry that you knocked me down, to pick me up.
I'm not sorry that you broke me, to fix me up real nice.
I'm not sorry that you screamed, to hold me when I cry.
I'm not sorry that you rationed looks, so that you'd catch my eye.
I'm not sorry that you stuck out a finger, and followed with four.
I'm not sorry that your lips burned me, so the wound they could cure.
I'm not sorry that I love you with all that I've got within me.
I'm not sorry that I'll hold you until all the breath will leave me.
I'm not sorry that I care, I cry, I hold you on a pedestal.
But lastly, I'm not sorry that I would hate to hate you at all.