Apollo

I’m sorry for all the times
When I haven’t made you happy.
I’ve tried, my love…
But oh so wrong,
Because you hate it when I’m sappy.


You’re complex
And lovely,
And I…
Simply am not.

I am the wrong…
The outcast…
The ostracized for eternity,
And in the noxious smoke
That is solitude,
I am the wrong.

But you are my truth,
And that’s how it is.
You’ve helped tear out the fragments

Of the evil within.

And at the end of the day,
You forgive me.

by saintoftheinternet

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