“I am always the one apologizing
opening my mouth like a flood gate
to let the sorry’s rush out and you
stand in the streets with your pants
wet up to the knees shouting about
how this is all my fault and it never
would had happened if you were
the gate, but you are the keeper
who opened me up, never accepted
an offering or gave forgiveness
there is no way to stop the flow-
but I would rather cause a flood
that will drain than leave a dessert
of unsaid apologies in my wake”