seeing right through you.
Love is not blind;
it can see through walls.
I am not sorry
for loving you
or the sorrow
that followed fierce.
I let you borrow my heart
and you have kept it ever since,
like a shirt that still smells like me.
We are equals,
under the same sky,
saying sorries
that aren't similar.
We both had magnet eyes
that repelled
if they weren't held right.
I will never apologize for speaking my truth.
Being sorrowful is uncalled for,
for words spoke in love.
Any plea for forgiveness
will fall on deaf ears,
for I was thoughtful in every vowel I spoke.