Sorry..

I’m sorry.

Those words are a flavorless gum that claims long lasting

I know

But

Those words are the start of an explanation

One that refuses to happen

That should happen

So stuck in my throat it is though

A jar-full amount of peanut butter clogging my lungs

So hard to breath

A water balloon a child is trying to let free

With not water but air

Tiny molecules from a tiny person

Matching my sickening desperation

The point is

And I hope you see there is a point

I am desperate for your understanding

So yearning for your eyes to cease their frowning.