Moot Apologies

I look back
and can’t help but think
that I used you.

I said I loved you,
fully, wholly, with everything I was…
And turned around and whined
because some other guy didn’t want me.

Can I truly blame you
for getting tired of my bullshit?
Have I been so very wrong
in what I’ve thought?

Loathe as I am
to admit my shortcomings…
I’ve shocked myself into
acknowledgment.

You were right.
It was wrong of me to act as I did.
You were my be-all, end-all confidant.
I told you everything, held back nothing.

And in my honesty,
I hurt you.

Please take these words,
late and meager as they are,
as my apology for my
selfishness, my
obliviousness, my
cowardice, my
fickleness.

It’s no wonder you gave up on me.

Author notes

This is written for someone. He should know who he is...and if he doesn't, well, it probably just means he's stopped reading my poetry. Because, really, it's pretty damn obvious.

(Also, I know this isn't the best apologetic poem out there, but I kind of figure if I don't post it now, I won't ever post it--so no time for revisions.)