April 4th

A Poem by Aliyah

For my love

I'm sorry .
I'm sorry that everyone who loved you before did it with a clenched fist and closed teeth .
I'm sorry that everyone you trusted shot thru your alibis to show you that trust was a prison and they were the warden .
I'm sorry that every heart you held stained your hands with dirt and filth and left your wrists so weak you could have swore they would not have bared the weight of something so unreal.
I'm sorry for the wrongs you were handed and that no one told you you were worthy of an apology.