A Winter Apology
Dear Odette, I refuse to make this yet another story of love, But my thoughts are all over the place. Everyone has heard enough of my thoughts, my odes, my sonnets, my plight. This, is an apology to the way love fades, disappears, Maybe because the world ruined happiness for me, Or maybe because I got so used to making excuses for my love. Love that didn’t love, Love that wasn’t love, Love that didn’t know how to. If I just knew how to love…me. Maybe I wouldn’t ruin happiness for me. I wouldn’t have to make excuses for me. This is an apology- an apology for love letters I never meant. And love letters for apologies I never sent. This is me saying sorry for not believing you hold true to your name. You’re not just a painting; you’re a work of art. This is me saying sorry for not seeing every inch of you is a myriad of colours- shades of lilac painted across a perfectly calm storm. This is me saying sorry for robbing your eyes of their Starr...