​A poem I wrote that got good reviews from the writing club at my college

Sorry.

It was addictively natural on my tongue

As I rolled it around

Tasting like a drop of honey,

Feeling like a little cloud.

Once it fell out of my mouth,

I had to say it again.

I had to feel it again.

But each time I said it,

It felt shorter than the last,

So I said it over and over and over,

Until it was no longer a sweet treat,

But instead a ball of razors, slicing my tongue,

Leaving only the taste of iron and rust.

Sorry.

It was the only thing I knew how to say,

And it was so very sweet,

So I said it until it hurt,

But now I’ve finally spit it out for the last time.

Not yet free from sorry’s scars.

And yet, I choose to explore the many flavors

This world has for me.

This poem is inspired by how often I feel the need to apologize, no matter how small the inconvenience, but more so by the fact that sometimes I genuinely feel like I need to apologize so many times at once I end up saying sorry dozens of times and struggle to stop myself