fake apologies

faded dreams 
float from your fingertips
and halfheartedly stick themselves to your paper

all your pencils are dull
erasers worn away from all your mistakes
paper wrinkled from too many re-starts 

your fingers are stained from the ink blood you've spilled
your relentless judging 
and switching of views

your words are empty and pointless
they only show how much you despise me
verses how they used to describe me

your eyes are as empty as my heart
your smile as absent as your love
you look so melancholy 
sad and depressed

but I have to point out
I wasn't the one who left.

so darling before you write your fake apologies
trying to earn me back
think about why you left me
yes please think long and hard on that.

 

Inkpaw

VT

17 years old

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    Looming over your shoulders

    Each stack higher than its former

    Every thought and every scrap

    Of an idea too scared to ponder

     

    Every moment that hurt

    Each minute that lingered longer

  • Inadequacy


    How do I push the words out
    From behind my taffy tongue 
    Thick with salty tears 
    And full of grubby thumb 


    I’m a child 
    Pretending that I’m numb 
    To escape the overwhelming feelings 

  • Paper Frogs

    Why

    When feet fall soft but quick 

    Does the hallway extend

    And the hot breath of whoever’s behind me feel hotter 

    Why do I stay pressed to the wall 

    Like a stubborn gruby sticker