Iā€™m Sorry

Spoken Word, by Michael Tronnolone

 
 
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for ruining the vibe.
I'm sorry that I didn't read the room and walked in with a smile on my face.
I'm sorry for running off and leaving you to follow my breadcrumbs.
I'm sorry for my ego, or, at least that I present myself in a way that looks like I'm driven by my ego.
I'm sorry for justifying my actions by where I choose to draw the line, and I'm sorry for disregarding yours.

I'm sorry that I'm not the person that I used to be, and I'm sorry for not being the person you want me to be.
I'm sorry that I haven't appreciated you as much as I should have.
Or could have.
I'm sorry for taking weeks... months... years to reply to you.
The distance between us scares me, and I'm sorry that I choose to make it wider.

I'm sorry that I hurt you.
I'm sorry for not being there when you needed me, and I'm sorry for not realizing that you needed me in the first place.
I'm sorry that I didn't speak up louder when I saw you hurting.
I'm sorry that I made you feel so bad that you, the monument that you are, started to weep.
I'm so, so sorry that I couldn't save you.
I'm sorry for putting myself first.

I'm sorry for not speaking up for myself when I needed things.
When I needed help.
When I needed you.
I'm sorry for stealing from tomorrow to feed the glutton that I am today.
I'm sorry for hurting myself.
I'm sorry that I didn't confide in you,
and I'm sorry that I did confide in you, and that you now have to bear that burden too.

I'm sorry for being so needy.
I'm sorry for apologising so much.
I'm sorry for not apologising sooner.
And I'm sorry in advance, because I know I'll do it all again.