Day 17 – the prompt comes from our amazing Maxie Steer: How to_
How to say I’m sorry
biting my lips, blinking sleepless eyes
they itch and sting with fear and foreboding;
twitches in my chest, mad butterflies
fluttering their crazy “hello’s”
in my veins,
with gritting teeth, and swooning heart
the shake in my knees
that I feel every time
I see I have to confess
All those are
small pebbles
compared to the huge abyss
I see
in my feet, I can’t cross the crevice
running in my mind
and see the dumb perspective,
the loony alphabet of misery,
explaining all the reasons why
this heart won’t run on water.
I love this pink champagne
and the bubbles
going on and off,
not saying “sorry”, or “forgive me”
Pink champagne is my excuse
to find a better use
to poetry
than writing manuals on
How to say “I’m sorry.”
© 2012 Mariya Koleva