I’m sorry
I’m sorry
The third time also!
Even though my actions may differ!
Even my though my lips are fixed to
form lies to get us through the night!
Just want to feel your mouth on me instead of against me spewing how wrong I am!
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
The third time also!
For the texts from exes even though I’ve
switched phones and numbers enough to
create distance from bitches supposedly now relics of a world I should no longer know! I could spew truths but lies silence cries!
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
the third time also!
For the time your bf’s bd saw me out with
Whomever that doesn’t exist! No face no case and he doesn’t like me no way so his truths are mere lies to subtract and divide
me and you!
I’m sorry that my “sorrys” no longer feel genuine! Black trash bag on porch along with gaming consoles show that I can no longer be Sorry enough to console a tormented soul with sorry! Now my sorry ass a year later have to hear about an
engagement and knots tied!
I’m sorry that my
Unapologetic ego had to be bruised before I was truly sorry!
About the Creator
Trilly St.Clair
Life sucks and life’s great so we should create and write things in reflection of that!!
- Trilly
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