iNKWELL

poetrybyinkwellj:

I’m sorry that amongst all the normal bullshit
I brought you something new
something that felt too much like joy
ricocheting off the monotony, hatred, and despair that we both know
is your life

I’m sorry I had to be a gust of wind
reminding you of the things you cannot see
but words that you feel every time you are reminded
that love does not exist
yet, is ever so present in every make-up sex session
you partake in

I’m sorry I reminded you of lonely nights
wandering
searching for someone to need you
like I needed you

you didn’t stand a chance

and angels don’t die
they are martyred to protect a secret

they send warnings in an octave only the young can hear

they make love to the sounds of the ocean’s waves

and if you’re no where near the coast
how can you possibly know the pleasure of good music?

I’m sorry I had to open your eyes
but hindsight is 20/20
patches only cover the eye of someone that saw too much
and understood too soon
and band-aids don’t heal
and apologies
are nothing but words