I apologised too often,
and you, never enough.
I apologised for the pink
my cheeks blushed
like whiplash after a drink.
I apologised for breaking
my own heart and the glass
left on the sideboard, drying.
I apologised for the tears
I could no longer explain;
promised you, it was not you
who had caused me so much pain
and for a time, this was true.
It wasn’t you.
It was the memories
which haunt each
pillow and staircase,
the empty walls
and my indigo veins,
the ones which whisper
and sing of each betrayal:
every I love you written
for anyone but me.
I apologised to you often,
yet it was never enough.
Written for Susan M. Conway’s 100 Days of Writing Prompts: ‘the way that some memories haunt you.’
Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019
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What a lovely sad poem, I think it’ll resonate with a lot of people 😢
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Thank you x I wish it didn’t x
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