Insanity
How do you say sorry to the one who chose to hurt you
because your mere existence caused them pain?
Can you make amends with someone who you’ll never call a good friend
because your wrath is stronger than your shame?
My rage and guilt are sweethearts
holding hands beneath the black stars
of my soul beyond where any hope might shine.
I’ve long forgotten who did
what to whom, exactly why did
I assume that what was yours would soon be mine.
Let me say I’m sorry,
and I hate you, but I’m sorry
to despise you for just being who you are.
I’ll always deeply loathe you
but I must sincerely thank you
for the love your hate awakened in my heart.
How do you say sorry to the one who chose to hurt you
because your mere existence caused them pain?
We may never make amends, and we will never become friends
til we learn that you and I are one, the same.
-Reese Leyva