Sorry.

Sometimes I think that if I play with my words enough, if I form simple, elegant sentences that demonstrate perfect emotional exploitation, it will make everything better. Sometimes I think that if I write just enough to make someone to truly feel me, understand me- see my soul shaped within the squiggles and dots and dashes we call letters, that I'll be alright. But there are somethings a poem can't fix- somethings that can be understood, maybe, but can't be forgiven or accepted- no matter how many time I scream out, I'm sorry.