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all dogs go to heaven

if only my mistakes could be unmade by an oxy spray

is saying sorry

really enough? i didn't think you were one of those
who cared what people did with time. maybe you
care about what people do with your time and
i was too selfish to say that that time was yours.

i read poetry the entire time while you spoke
and others spoke about things that i thought
i knew enough about. you approached me
and i didn't see it coming.

all i saw were heels that looked too
old to be worn by my peers. you said
"outside is a nice place to read"
i said "i'm sorry"

you walked away as you said "it's okay,
well it's not okay, but..." and you stopped.
you left me hanging on your words.
i wonder if sorry was enough for you

the feeling of sorry or being sorry
or saying sorry. knowing that i can't
give you back your time or the respect
that i took from you.

all you had to say was "i forgive you"
or "it's okay" and you did, but you
didn't. "...well it's not, but..." doesn't
sit well with me.

and i deserve it. all i am now is sorry
in every way, shape, form and i can't
stop because i didn't hear "forgive"
like a song on repeat i keep repeating

sorry, sorry, sorry until you press the
"forgive" button and all is well with me.

monsters

live in the mind and in the
dark you seek them.
your hope is in your
blanket and your
nightlight.

as the blanket becomes
foggy and it gets
harder to
breathe.

what will you do?
you must
breathe.

in one
motion.

uncover.

breathe
slowly.

open your eyes
and see
nothing.

get up and wipe off your
sweat and turn on
the light that
reveals.

the light blinds and then you see
the monster beside your bed.
now that you see him
are you not
scared?