Sorry to Myself
For hearing all my doubts so selectively andFor continuing my numbing love endlessly.For helping you and myself: not even consideringFor beating myself up and over functioning.
To whom do I owe the biggest apology?No one's been crueller than I've been to me.
For letting you decide if I indeed was desirableFor myself love being so embarrassingly conditional.And for denying myself to somehow make us compatibleAnd for trying to fit a rectangle into a ball.
AndTo whom do I owe the biggest apology?No one's been crueller than I've been to me.
I'm sorry to myself.My apologies begin here before everybody else.I'm sorry to myself.For treating me worse than I would anybody else.
For blaming myself for your unhappinessAnd for my impatience when I was perfect where I was.Ignoring all the signs that I was not ready,And expecting myself to be where you wanted me to be.
To whom do I owe the first apology?No one's been crueller than I've been to me.
AndI'm sorry to myself.My apologies begin here before everybody else.I'm sorry to myself.For treating me worse than I would anybody else.
Well, I wonder which crime is the biggest ?Forgetting you or forgetting myself...Had I heeded the wisdom of the latter,I would've naturally loved the former.
For ignoring you: my highest voices.For smiling when my strife was all too obvious.For being so disassociated from my body,And for not letting go when it would've been the kindest thing.
To whom do I owe the biggest apology?No one's been crueler than I've been to me.
AndI'm sorry to myself.My apologies begin here before everybody elseI'm sorry to myself.For treating me worse than I would anybody else.I'm sorry to myself.My apologies begin here before everybody elseI'm sorry to myself.For treating me worse than I would anybody else