#7 - Sorry.

This poem goes out to all those who never know when to stop apologising; those that need to learn to live life unapologetically.

Sorry

I will not apologise

For the way my eyes sparkle

Or arch into crescents when I smile.

I will not apologise

For the way my hips sway

Or for the ripples in my body’s waves.

I will not apologise

For the way my hair falls

Or how it hangs in the wind.

I will not apologise

For the way my pinkies don’t meet

Or how I laugh at my own lame humour.

I will not apologise

For my selective nonchalance

Or my subjective beauty.

I will not apologise

For placing faith in fate

Or consciously trying to create coincidences.

I will not apologise

For being a hopeless optimist

Or a pedantic perfectionist.

I will not apologise

For the way I indulge in self-pity

Or how I exude excessive self-confidence.

I will not apologise

For choking on cries

Or the nights I rest my eyes on a wet pillow.

I will not apologise

For constantly caring

Or always loving.

Don’t you ever apologise

For the way you’ve hurt me –

Because you have not the slightest idea what you’re sorry for.

And I will not apologise

For always having ‘sorry’ at the tip of my tongue.

With love,

Emily.

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