I’m Sorry
I’m sorry I’m not a genius.
I’m sorry I’m not thin. I’m sorry
I’m not a racecar driver. I’m sorry I
don’t make more money. I’m sorry cars
aren’t the most important thing in the world.
I’m sorry that I want you to spend time with me instead of playing games. I’m sorry I’m not perfect. I’m sorry I put the toilet paper over instead
of under and I’m sorry I don’t always hang up my towels after I take a shower. I’m sorry the music I listen to is crap and
the clothes I wear are “trendy.” I’m
sorry I don’t like wearing dresses. I’m
sorry I don’t do all the laundry or
do it quickly from hamper back to drawer.
I’m sorry I lied to you. I’m
sorry I hide my feelings. I’m sorry I
put on a show. I’m sorry I’m not more
generous and kind to strangers. I’m sorry
I’m rude. I’m sorry I belch. I’m sorry I have headaches. I’m sorry I’m not strong and fit. I’m sorry I wear make-up and perfume and like
to have my hair up. I’m sorry I think
your Beta is ugly. I’m sorry I don’t
care about the proof to the quadratic equation.
I’m sorry I leave the outside lights on and I’m sorry I usually forget
to take out the trash until you get home Sunday nights. I’m sorry I screw everything up. I’m sorry that I’ll never learn to get along
with your father and that I’ll never tolerate that part of you that is just
like him. I’m sorry I get hurt easily –
physically and emotionally. I’m sorry I’m
clumsy. I’m sorry I leave plastic bags
on the floor for the kitties to play with.
I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that the cats were part Siamese. I’m sorry I won’t let you shoot the birds and
squirrels. I’m sorry I make the blinds
point down instead of up. I’m sorry I’m
paranoid. I’m sorry I care about
you. I’m sorry I hate you. I’m sorry I’m a bitch. I’m sorry you can’t understand me and I’m
sorry I don’t make it easy. I’m sorry I
can’t have what everyone else has. I’m
sorry I didn’t tell you not to buy the Buick.
I’m sorry we’re poor. I’m sorry
I’m not what you expected. I’m sorry I
don’t like your stories and I’m sorry we don’t connect on any level. I’m sorry I want your hair short and for you
to act normal in public. I’m sorry I get
crumbs in the bed. I’m sorry I mix up
the clothes in the closet. I’m sorry I
don’t unroll my socks before I put them in the hamper and I’m sorry I’m always
tired. I’m sorry I lost your keychain
and the Australian coins and I’m sorry I broke your necklace countless times. I’m sorry I don’t like drugs or you
drinking. I’m sorry I’m a prude. I’m sorry I have no friends and I’m sorry I
don’t always remember to take my pills on time.
I’m sorry I forget to remind you to put your deodorant on and I’m sorry
I don’t like your friends. I’m sorry I
bleed once a month and I’m sorry my internet’s not fast enough for you. I’m sorry that the clock in the bathroom
talks and that the basement keeps flooding.
I’m sorry I sometimes wear contacts.
I’m sorry I bite my nails. I’m
sorry I have a small bladder. I’m sorry
that I always give up and walk away. I’m
sorry that I haven’t said “I love you” today, but would it really make a
difference? Would you believe me? I’m sorry I watch TV in bed and I’m sorry I
never record