I'm Sorry

I’m sorry
I brought you flowers
because I thought intention still mattered.

I’m sorry
I was raised to show restraint,
to walk you home instead of taking advantage
when you weren’t yourself.

I’m sorry
my body doesn’t look like a highlight reel
or fit whatever fantasy you were chasing that week.

I’m sorry
I open doors and pull out chairs
because that’s how I was taught to treat someone I care about.

I’m sorry
I wasn’t convenient enough,
flashy enough,
or just broken enough to be your choice.

I’m sorry
I’m actually kind—
not careless, not cruel, not temporary.

I’m sorry
my value isn’t measured by my bank balance
or how loudly I can spend money on you.

I’m sorry
I prefer quiet nights, deep conversations,
over shouting across a club at someone who won’t remember it tomorrow.

I'm sorry 
for being openly vulnerable
and thinking you'd be the same.

I’m sorry
I wanted intimacy, not just access—
connection, not another notch.

I’m sorry
I was always there when you needed someone,
but somehow never the one you chose to lean on

I’m sorry
I held your hair back, kept my temper, answered your calls
and watched you leave with someone else anyway.

I’m sorry
I picked you up at 4 a.m.
when the man you defended hurt you,
but my voice didn’t matter
when I needed one in return.

I’m sorry
it took me too long to realize
that being dependable
became permission to be disposable.

I’m sorry
if one day I stopped answering—
because being an emotional emergency contact
was costing me sleep, peace, and dignity.

I’m sorry
you couldn’t see
that I was there the whole time.

I'm sorry
You don't see my confidence unless I express it 

I’m sorry
if you recognize this story
and choose not to question it.

But most of all—

I’m sorry
I kept apologizing
for being exactly who I am.

I’m sorry
you couldn’t accept me
without trying to reshape me.

I’m sorry
doing the right thing
was never enough in your world.

I’m sorry
I warned you when you were being betrayed
because I thought that’s what loyalty looked like.

I’m sorry
I said I loved you
and meant it.

I’m sorry
I spent nine hours talking you through fear and chaos
while my own life waited quietly in the background.

I’m sorry
that I cared longer than I should have.

I’m sorry
I listened to every regret, every “what if,”
every late-night confession.

And now—What I am...is done apologizing

I’m not sorry anymore.

I’m not sorry for being steady
in a world that rewards chaos.

I’m not sorry for choosing respect
over convenience. 

I’m not sorry for wanting something real,
for believing connection should feel safe.

I’m not sorry
for caring deeply, and loving honestly

If you keep asking why the right person never stays, take a moment and truly reflect
who’s always willing to stand beside you. Who's been listening, supporting, waiting—
without asking for anything in return. Sometimes the person you’re searching for
isn’t lost. They just stopped waiting to be noticed.