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how hard could it be to say sorry


my eyes are the windows

into this haunted house of mine

it's more or less a mirror

of the wreckage, I find outside


my heart is buried underneath

the trauma of my life

the scarcity of belief

and the abundance of hope inside


I take all I can get

whatever it may hold for you

I turn it to ash, a pretty grey

and then frame that hue


instances regrets that I hold

so deadly to my chest

breaths, voices, and steps I take

all buried inside like a pest


my gut is rotting away

my brain only aiding the process

cheering on, "you're so bad at this!"

hoping this way, it'll hurt less


positivity I see

I breathe it in

then multiply by 10


the negative in this world

is for me to keep safe

for myself alone 


screaming, shouting, sideways glances

all these actions

brewing in my mind


like fine wine, their tartness

only refines, as they grow old


past instances become precedent

lay the framework for the future

but what good am i

if I decide to be as brutal


as the world that knocked me down

as the experiences that drained my tears

as the words that pierced my heart

as the friends who exploited my fears


as the people who taught me

that if someone screams

scream louder

that if someone opens their arms for you

then drop everything and run


what good would I be

from the people

who talk behind my back

and discuss the things I lack


what better would I be

than the eyes that glanced at me

narrowed, then widened

then left me be


what good would I be

than the ones I left behind

who taught only to run

and never to yearn


so I'll stop

and I'll stare

till this haunting past

disappears


I'll stop screaming louder

and I'll say "I'm sorry"


I'll stand my ground

and run into their arms


because what good would I be

if I just let myself be

and become a force of confusion

just like these people feel


 (9.35 pm)


I'll stop these dominoes

and I'll become the bridge

between myself and me


I'll try and like myself more

if it means that I'll

feel like peace is at my door


forgive and forget

I'll forgive so I can forget

count to ten and say sorry

won't let it amount to debt


16/12/21  

9.46 pm

MYNA

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