Poem By Angharad Davies

Your head bent, 'sorry' you say
And all I see is a lanscape of self pity
The weakness of a naughty boy
Gazing up at me from the eyes of a man

'I keep ruining my life' you say
And I feel sorry for you
And I am mutely sorry for myself

I want everything to be perfect
I offer false forgiveness
And so we go on pretending.

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