for chaining you down
when you were on your way up;
for misplacing my wings
when everyone’s taken off the ground;
for a dysfunctional brain,
a rubberized heart,
and a mouth that couldn’t say sorry enough.
You believed I could soar.
You believed I could fly.
You believed I could accomplish anything I tried.
You believed in the best of me,
Look where that’s gotten you now.
– “How to Say Sorry Enough”