tags are dumb but i shall continue

You know that 
time I accidentally
kicked you in my 
sleep or elbowed 
you in the rib and
I couldn’t stop saying
sorry,

Or that time you 
bruised my knee 
and split my lip 
because we were
both so damn 
clumsy?


Maybe we were
always just a mess
of apologies.

—  A letter to myself: (I have always been apologizing for the mess).