My Unspoken Thoughts....
I’m Sorry. I’m sorry for this. I’m Sorry for that. I’m Sorry. Sorry is what you hear, but it’s not what was originally to be said. Somewhere between the Intentional thought and the Initial Utterance of these words, what I really wanted to say, How I Really feel, and what was heard is Scrambled, Jumbled, and coded, Like a Rubik’s cube. I’m not really sorry all the time, it’s just, I don’t know how to say I’m Scared…. There. I said it, I’m Scared. Scared to lose you. I Hug you so tight because it might be my last time. I Kiss you so Passionately because I don’t want to ever be forgotten. I Talk to You about whatever sometimes Just so I Can reassure myself That you are still there. I work so hard for us, because maybe…. If I try try hard enough, I can end this curse. The curse that divorced my Grandparents. The curse that divorced my parents. I don’t want us to go that route. I’m not sorry… I’m just scared



