A year has flown by
As I paint my mistakes
I see infidelity and my inconsiderate nature
Deep reds and black.
An entire background of black.
Ugly and never forgotten or forgiven.
Understanding is not assumed
And I do not deserve any less.
Turn your back for I am meant to be alone.
It is too late
The time tells what has consummated
Blurred eyes;
You have read the story so many times before.
Sorry is a word that means nothing.

