I’m sorry
for every word I haven’t kept.
I’m sorry
for all the times I lied.
I’m sorry
for every mistake I’ve ever made,
for every fake smile I stuffed into your face,
and every word I ever said
that hurt you in a way
you couldn’t explain.
I’m sorry
that you thought about what I said.
I’m sorry
my name kept echoing in your head.
I’m sorry I couldn’t fulfill
what you expected from me.
I’m sorry I changed in a way
that you now hate who I am,
and I won’t blame you
because I hate it too.
I hate seeing you in pain,
especially when it’s me
who caused it all.
Sometimes I wish
you would see behind
those hypnotizing words
that fall out of my mouth,
and from every tear I’ve cried,
the pain that I hide
just to see your shining smile.
The smile that made my day,
the one that washed
the emptiness away.
I’m sorry
for every time I’ve hurt you,
physically or mentally,
whether by words
with their ruthless power,
or every drop of blood
that I’ve wiped away.
Im sorry, Cindy
I’m sorry to me.
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Author:
~c.y (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 28th, 2026 06:43
- Category: Forgiveness
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Comments1
Regret flows from this poem like water from a hose. It is self blaming and yet not able to change for one should not change who one is for another. It makes no excuses but simply acknowledges its responsibility and sorrow. Nicely said
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