I say “I’m sorry, but” and justify my actions
No regard for my impact, no desire to really listen
I need to feel heard, even though I caused you pain
With my words, even though it wasn’t my intent
I wait my turn to speak, shaking my head at the things you’re saying Expecting when I utter “I’m sorry” for you to immediately forgive me…
DIFFERENT SIDES OF THE BED
When you go from sleeping on the same pillow, so intertwined.
To the edge of the bed, a gulf between you.
Over time heads edge towards separate pillows
Still side by side, facing inwards, hands touching
Looking deeply into each other’s eyes
Then one day, same sheets, different feelings…
Turned away from one another, only looking ahead
At different forks in the road
Not the same one you thought you would both tread
Starring out into the darkness
Love is messy, hurtful words sometimes said
In the heat of the moment
Bruising… hurting… leaving scars where they land
Once it’s out there you can never take it back
Unable to see the pain it’s caused.