Poetry

I have been dying to tell you

I have been dying to tell you

I’m sorry

I’m sorry for the coulda beens and shoulda beens

The missed opportunities

I’m sorry for the fear that kept me

Keeps me

From authentically being myself around you

I’m sorry I kept you in this box

Of what everyone else thinks of you

I’m sorry I treated you like the peanuts I used to eat as a kid

Liking the salt off and discarding after I was done

I’m not sorry that this was beautiful

That you made me feel beautiful

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