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
