An Apology

I'm sorry that I'm clingy,

And want to see you all the time,

I'm sorry about my black moods,

I'm nowhere near sublime.

I'm sorry for the guilt trips,

It's the only way I know

To make you stay with me,

I'm so scared that you'll go. 

I know I don't deserve you,

I'm sorry for that too.

I'm just a mess, 

Full of loose ends, 

Don't know what else to do. 

I'm sorry I have stretch marks,

And my thighs are far too wide, 

My stomach sags,

My eyes have bags,

And my hair never looks right. 

I wish I could be better,

Sweeter,

Patient,

Kind,

Instead I play the victim, 

Messing with your mind. 

But one day soon I hope,

That I will get it right,

I'll stop this hurtful cycle, 

And we'll move up to the light. 

The Morning

A shaft of sunlight pierces

The early morning and I,

Already awake, am left

Breathless, awestruck as it

Illuminates your peaceful features. 

You stir then, your eyes open,

And they are bright, 

Filled with the promise of a new day,

And a sleepy honesty. 

A smile lights up your face,

As the daybreak did only a moment ago,

So I return it and move in

To touch your lips on mine.

And we lay there for awhile,

Half awake as the sun rises,

Exchanging sweet words,

Sweet kisses,

Sweet embraces. 

And as grateful as I am to the sun,

For rising each morning,

I am more grateful for you,

And the light you bring to me.