I’m sorry I saw you and told you I loved you.
I’m sorry I didn’t say it, that you had to see it…
In the twist of my body, the flip of my hair, the passion stitched into my wrists, the perk of my cinnamon smile—
the silence of my tongue.
I’m sorry I saw you, and told you I loved you…
With the dance of my hips, the prance of my toes, the flirt of my fingers, the way I traced your face— 50 steps between us. The grace of my steps as I turned away to go.
I’m sorry I couldn’t have just spoken it, that you had to witness…
…the passion of my heart, the vibration of each step, the woman in these limbs, the goddess wrapped inside this dress, my heightened style performed in these raging Monolo Blahnik steps—
putting more distance between us.
[I’m sorry you had to examine such a library of passion, colored pages untouched that you’ll never touch because you'll never man-up. You'll never create the things you want. you'll never reach too high because you are terrified.]
I’m sorry I saw you, and told you I loved you. I’m sorry you replied, without so much as a sigh, but with that longing look in your big blue eyes, the way your head tilted in submission, the way you left your lips open in helpless frustration.
“I love you“, i scream, without moving a muscle.
“You had your chance“, the backbeat in my heart pronounces —as you stare motionless, arms wide open.
“I’m sorry“, your body apologetically slumped down expresses.
“It’s too late“, my Manolo Blahnik’s help you equate as I bow off the stage of what was.
“Come back” you petition, with borrowed tears from years of acting.
But I won’t even glance your way.
“One more chance” your clenched fists beg.
“Not a chance“, the fire in my twirl explains.
I’m sorry my actions speak louder, then all your cheap words strung together
[skipping past every comeback you crave].
I’m sorry I saw you. I’m sorry I still love you. I’m sorry that my happiness won’t let me stay, for one more dance of pain.
I’m sorry I forgive you. I’m sorry I forget you—
as I magnificently turn to walk away.
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Fierce and delicate at the same time.
Reminds me of Charlotte Brontë: Not a flower, but the image of one, cut into an indestructible gem.
i relate to this too much, touches deep
awesome!
I really love this one.
breath-taking. bravo!
This is beautiful, I loved it.
“the perk of my cinnamon smile” is one of the more beautiful lines I’ve read in a while.
I love this poem it expresses a lot….just by reading this I can feel what you felt and I can relate to your situation
the woman here is jst shining out , its a dazzling piece of writing n I m luving every fragment of this gorgeously written piece ………impressive
wow…
Love it!!
Ah, but ‘love means never having to say you’re sorry’!
wow. i wish i could say more, but i’m left speechless.
I think these nonverbal conversations happen more than anyone realizes.
i like the picture
Wonderfully written – wonderfully evocative!
Nice… I can relate to these “miscommunications” and my only reply would be… Can my horrendous relationship with this other woman mean, “Im sorry I did not listen…” “You were right, I was wrong”
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what a wonderful writer you are! love it. I appreciate that you stopped by my blog, “Some days are like that…” . Thanks!
Just…absolutely…stunning, fantastic…
I’m at a loss for words for the first time…ever.
really? wow thank you so much. i loved writing it. xo
You made ‘Saying Sorry’ sound passionate!
You leave me awestruck! Please don’t stop.
My life not too long ago, and it’s been captured beautifully! I totally love it. If I could click the like button several times I would’ve!