My Apologies.

I'm sorry that I'm
so dull
and I'm sorry that
I'm tired
and I'm sorry that
I'm only fun
when there's a drink
(or three)
behind me.
I'm sorry that I'd
rather sleep
and I'm sorry that
I prefer books
and I'm sorry that
I sometimes can't
explain how it is
that I feel.
I'm sorry that
I mark my pain
and I'm sorry that
I can't stop
and I'm sorry that it
seems to hurt
not just me but
you too.
I'm sorry that I
can't write that well
and I'm sorry that
I won't give it up
because, if I'm
honest
(for once)
I'm not sorry at all that
I've written about
your eyes
a thousand times.

So, finally, I'm sorry
that
I adore you
and I'm sorry that
you mean so much
but most of all
I'm sorry that
you're the only one
that
I want to spend
all my life
beside.

--Andria.