I'm sorry to every memory of yourself where you ignore the violence to keep the peace
I'm sorry for the amount of times you have let it rain on you,
the times times you have let them walk on your open chest just to keep dry
I'm sorry you let them convince you that you come second
that you matter less
that loving others meant suspending your love for yourself
I'm sorry at how often you have accepted humiliation so they don't leave
or have often close your hands to the truth because you have no idea where to place it
you have left rooms biting your tongue
I'm sorry you let it happen
I'm sorry they erased you
broke you
and then could not accept you broken
I'm sorry you thought it was your fault
that you didn't know how easy it can be to close a door, to leave.
I'm sorry you cry when you skim through books
you've learned to read things differently than others
you were never taught the expense of the truth, that not everyone means what they pronounce, that what you don't know can hurt you
I'm sorry that the apologies came too late, and quiet, and that you no longer wait to hear them...
But look at you now
more person than waiting room
look at what you've done for your body
at the inside of your palms.
How often you had to rearrange yourself before you could look like someone you'd love..
look at you now,
placing the truth on your nightstand
sleeping through the quiet
learning to make the kind of memories that you no longer have to apologize to yourself for