Please, is a whisper from a special type of beggar. There is a desperation in these words that asks for pride to be set aside. Just apologize, just once is a plea.
Yes, it hurts those words that rival the first serpent. Yes, those temptations to succumb to despair came out of that mouth. The mess of falling hair, and tear-stained care is never enough to pull out these apologies.
Is this suffering not enough? That that the mere idea of apologizing is a rash on your tongue. Pain is the cause of your swelling throat so conveniently blessed with silence? How much does it take for a couple words or a moment of empathy. Can you never do wrong?
It's not you that's the problem. Nor is it the actions done by your hands, your lips, or your mind. Those words will never fall from your lips. Never to remind the victim they still matter. This is the game isn't it, to see how many apologies it takes to know my place. An apology suits a loser not those worthy of fame. That's narcissism, never one to take the blame. Always there to remind the beggar that apologies are lame.
~ Jade 🌵