I'm Sorry is a poem about the constant battle between the conscious, in between, and rebellious sides of yourself. The choice to choose to do good yet leaving for the bad and finding out that it wasn't in your best interest ending with you swearing to yourself to change.
"I remember the smell of your hair right after you got out of the shower. I remember the way your hands felt in mine. I remember how much I loved you." I tell him as he storms out of the room.
"Do you remember that I hit you, Suzonne? Do…
every where i turn i see valentine; exhale!
why is that? could i be lonely? prolly not! or could i be tired of seeing and hearing of valentine? ooh yes i love this better... this val is stale already and overhyped; these were what i told myself..
I've begun writing about my life from childhood to the present, and all that has happened in my seventeen years of living. I've moved eight times (four states, one other country), and have been through a lot of different things. Now I want to share them with you.