I apologize

 I apologize if I'm too dark
I apologize if my thoughts are grumbled and weird
I apologize for all the love songs
That I wrote just for them to turn out smeared
With the strange hue I have within
I apologize if I'm not what you thought
I apologize if I did disappoint
I apologize for all the wasted hours
You spent trying to join
Trying to join me in my dark corner
Hoping to pull me out
I apologize for all the mistakes
I apologize for making a sound
I apologize for being quiet
I apologize for being too far
I apologize for being too close
I apologize for my constant presence
I apologize for not existing at all
I apologize for being two faces of a coin
I apologize for being completely faceless too
I apologize for having an identity crises
I apologize for projecting it on you
I apologize for all the people that I am
I apologize for their actions combined
I apologize in this moment of clarity
I apologize because I chose to apologize
I apologize for feeling sorry
I apologize for forgiving you
I apologize for your lack of apology
I apologize for giving you the space to make that mistake
I apologize for being subtle
I apologize for being thorough
I apologize for everything
I apologize for none of it at all as well
I apologize for the right amount you need
I apologize for all the times I did dwell
I apologize for wasting your time
I apologize for wasting mine
I apologize for having never realized
That I was yours and you were mine
I apologize for my total apathy
I apologize for being too emotional
I apologize for my uncanny stability
I apologize for all of my disorders
I apologize for my attachment issues
I apologize for my independence
I apologize for yearning for obscurity
I apologize for being the center of attention
I apologize for not being there when you needed me
I apologize for choosing to be near you when you were wounded
I apologize for everything
I apologize for none of it at all
I apologize

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