Petite Poetry

It’s so quiet,

But I can’t hear,

Every uttered “sorry”,

Brings more tears.

I want to leave this in the past,

And just get on,

But in the lies, hid the truth,

I just don’t understand.

Why would you look me in the eyes,

And tell me what is false,

Am I so untrustworthy,

Is there so much to gain.

How could you love me so much,

Yet know me so little,

Am I so shallow,

As to cause upset over one mistake.

But wait,

Is this one or many,

How many times,

Have I heard those words.

…I’m sorry…