So tired of hearing those two words,
“I’m sorry”
No
No, you’re not
Hollow words hurled at me
Time and Time again,
As if they mean anything,
Like they can fix this broken mess
We’ve become
Words possess infinite power,
Filled with a quietly permeating strength
But played on repetition,
Those words quickly lose their brilliant light
Quit trying to placate me with empty utterances
To make yourself feel better
Tell me, show me,
Something truly sincere
“I’m sorry,” doesn’t mean anything
To me anymore
© 19 January 2020, by Haley Scully
Introverted Creativity 