This I say for my heart:
I am sorry for all the things I write here,
In this spiral notebook.

I let people stomp on you,
Use you,
Bruise you.

Once I wanted your breath to stop,
But now I see how stupid it was,
And how valuable you are to me.

I gave you away.
It seemed I didn't care,
For I watched you break,
Without flinching.

I'm sorry for everything I put you through,
But you and I both know,
How to glue you back together,
For we've done it a thousand times before.
And keep in mind:
Time heals all wounds.