No, don't get this wrong;
I am not sorry I ended us
stole a final a kiss before speaking
the words that
shattered your little heart.
No, I am not sorry that
I watched as your heart broke
hiding the relief as
I felt mine beat stronger.
No, I am not sorry for remembering
all the times you called me stupid
got too drunk, and yelled, and I cried;
covering hostility with a fake smile
fake smile now a fixture on my face.
But I am sorry
That when you did try to love me
I didn't give you anything to grasp
couldn't even hold your hand in public
when you spent our whole relationship reaching.
I am sorry.
A lot of it was you,
but the most important part was me.