I'm sorry for being a weakling
I'm sorry for my stupidity that you took advantage of me
I'm sorry for the love I have for you it made you a king and me a slave
I'm sorry for my loose mouth
I told my mum about you
That made you toss me in your fingers
I'm sorry my whatsaap dp knew your face only, that made you feel too proud
I'm sorry for my lose tongue it spoke of you everywhere
That made you my oxygen
I'm sorry of how I gave myself to you
That made you boast of whatever it was
I'm sorry the text and calls
I nagged you so much
I'm sorry for not being sorry all this while
But I'm not sorry for loving you
It made me realise how bad it is to love a fool
I'm not sorry for being pushed away it made me realise my life doesn't revolve around you
Nor does it have you as its orbit
I'm not sorry for not saying sorry
I was tired of trying to mend an unmendable cloth which was supposed to be turned into a mop
I'm not sorry for not being sorry at the time you wanted
I realised I would have still be me even if there was no us
I'm not sorry that the love I had for you was buried a while ago
So stop trying to visit me
There is no place for the dead in the land of the living
©Gome