I cannot say
I am sorry
often enough,
loud enough,
clear enough.
Because I knew
before it started,
that I was going to want more
because it is
never enough.
I slipped into it
with all the darkness
with me.
And the darker I was
the brighter it became.
Like a machine
that feeds on things
that are not right,
but neither are wrong.
But never enough.
And now I am sorry.
I should have started with that.
Not finished.