I'm Sorry

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I always looked a little above your eyes when I talked to you,

And moved my thumb too much when we held hands; 

That we talked about scissors and construction paper,

But I didn't ask you to call me Daniel.

I'm sorry that I let you think I told you I loved you,

And that I never kissed you with my eyes open;

That I named you Butterfly,

But didn't check to see if you were a moth.

I'm sorry I scribbled sentence fragments onto your heart that left scars,

And wrote a novel on the wall with chalk;

That I've written dozens of love poems,

But this is the first time I've written about you.

I'm sorry.

Author's Note

Needs another verse or two, probably.

Reviews

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Ah this is so wonderful, yet so heart tugging.
Enjoyed this write. It talked to me.

[Shawn Pfister]

Actually, it's quite touching as it is. If you do add more the 4th and 5th verses really need to stay at the end.