Thu, 01/22/2015 - 03:03 -- Miyahc


An apology is much overdue

For all the harm I've caused;

More so with the harsh words, 

Which daily fell from my tongue.


The cuts and bruises once came

From being young, wild, and free.

Then a few years later they only 

Derived from countless insecurities.


Nonetheless, you kept me strong;

Stretching over the parts that felt wrong.

Holding me, while my mind adjusted;

I had no other chouce but to embrace.



Finally the bones no longer felt out of place;

I grew accustomed to my face.

All the things I could never change appeared okay.


I had changed anyway.



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