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…i’m sorry…(2.6.17)

It is exhausting,

lying in bed and wondering if you think of me.

I have failed everyone I love.


is all I can think of,

all that I feel against my heart.

I only hurt


I only live a life of pain.

I want to heal their wounds,

 all I do is deepen and double the depth.

Forgive me,

my friends,

for failing you.

For forgetting to be the person you need,

for letting the weight of the world get to me,

break me down,

tear me apart,

hollow me.

Forgive me,

my friends,

for hurting you.

For all of the things that I should have done,

for all of the things that I did wrong,

for everything,

for nothing,

for weeping.

Forgive me

for the rusty words I offer you,

all I have to tell you I’m sorry.

-Eva M.M.

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”



I am a young and enthusiastic writer, fresh out of highschool and into college at IUSB. I babysit and work and live life to it's fullest. I write. I read. I do yoga. And plan to become. Yoga intructers as well. I grew up on a farm and can't,t wait to move back to the country in my tiny house I have already planned out. Sometimes I'm a little melodramatic but rarely. I'm a spiritual healer, a hopeless romantic, a book worm, and very nostalgic. Thanks for stopping by.

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