I’m sorry for the times I didn’t defend you,
and the times I focused on me alone.
I’m sorry for the days I just stood there,
the days that all I could do was nod.
I’m sorry for moments I wouldn’t listen,
moments you told what I’d already heard.
I’m sorry for the hours you spent editing,
and the hours I wouldn’t waste correcting.
I’m sorry for the days you spoke your language,
the days I could respond only in my own.
I’m sorry for the moments you were ranting,
those moments I was too in love to hate.
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