Tomorrow

I messed up this morning.

I couldn't sleep last night and I missed my alarm

I'm sorry, I was tossing and turning and laying there,

so desperately, pitifully awake at 3 AM.

I was rushing, I'm sorry for stressing you out,

I don't know, I just panicked and almost cried

I'm sorry for how I am,

a misconstrued assembly line of mistakes.

I left in time, without you I wouldn't have, but

I didn't eat the apple you packed me

I'm sorry, my stomach just refused

and I couldn't.

 

I was wrong this afternoon.

I thought I could be bigger but I can't

I'm sorry for my pride, I couldn't look down

in time for me to swallow it.

I overheard your voice from downstairs and it sounded like something

I said earlier, but angrier and paired with a scoff

I'm sorry for saying that, I didn't think

when I said it and I won't say it again, I promise.

I answered when you called me from your car

I spoke but I'm not sure if you heard,

I'm sorry for angering you, 

but you hung up before I --

 

You weren't yourself tonight.

Your fingers were askew on the wheel and your dead silence was haunting,

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please say something, anything, I'm --

and you did

You hit me with your words and you stung me with each syllable,

You raised your voice but it was trapped in the small car with nowhere to go

I'm sorry for apologizing again but you tell me 

not to apologize to you, but to myself

 

I messed up this morning.

I can't fall asleep, I'm hungry and my pillow's wet and my mind's swirling with thoughts I don't want

I'm sorry, I know everything's because you love me

and I'll be better tomorrow

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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