Sorry Not Sorry

Sorry Not Sorry

I am sorry I care about what other people think. I am sorry I grew up in an environment in which all that mattered was what other people thought. I am sorry that is how I was raised. I am sorry that is how I have become. I am sorry you have to deal with me.

I get worked up. I get emotional. I get bothered by people’s reactions. I get nervous to see what people think. Doesn’t everyone? Apparently not you.

I am sorry I got so worried when you sister fractured and broke her wrist that I felt nauseous enough to vomit. I am sorry I got worked up and annoyed when my sister gave me a weird look that told me she didn’t want me to go to the ER with you and your sister. I am sorry I got annoyed when you kept laughing off her injury as if it were a joke. I am sorry I yelled at you when my emotions built up. I am sorry I got sensitive. I am sorry I got hurt. I am sorry I was 100% myself.

I am sorry I am pleased to hear my sister likes you and is happy that I am happy. I am sorry that it bugs me when you cursed ten times more when you were around her students…her co-workers….her boyfriend….her! I am sorry that I talked to you about the cursing afterwards. I am sorry that I want my friends and family to like you.

I am sorry that it bugs me when I think you’re being rude to your mom. I am sorry that it sometimes feels as if you just want my body. I am sorry I got upset when you called me as if I were a dog. I am sorry I can’t simply laugh everything off. I am sorry I got ticked off when you didn’t let me study when I specifically told you I had a lot to do.

I am so sorry if all of this bothers you.

Oh, wait, I shouldn’t be apologizing…but, I still do.

Dubious

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Sorry Sweetie

Sorry Sweetie

I’m sorry I need to get reminded that you aren’t leaving.

I’m sorry I need to be reassured that you love me.

I’m sorry I tend to forget you are always there for me no matter what.

I’m sorry I tend to need you a lot more than anyone else…

I look at you and wonder how I got so lucky to have met you. I look at you and I’m grateful that I know you, that you know me. I look at you and I can’t see myself anywhere else but with you.

I’m sorry I tend to forget about all the times you’ve said you’re there for me when my darkness engulfs at my soul.

I’m sorry I tend to need you to hold me when my knees go week and my heart grows old.

I’m sorry I need you to remind me that you aren’t going anywhere.

I’m sorry I need you to reassure me that you love me, no matter what.