I’m Sorry though

I’m sorry if I piss you off,

if my words land wrong,

if my silence lingers too long

or my timing is never quite right.

I’m sorry I forget thing's

names, moments,

promises I meant to keep.

It’s not because I don’t care,

it’s because my mind is crowded

with trying, with surviving, with being.

I’m sorry for the days

I feel like a terrible person,

for the mess I make while learning

how to exist in a world that expects perfection.

But please remember third

I am only human.

I stumble, I falter, I grow slow,

I feel deeply and messily and real.

I’m not perfect,

but I am trying.

And sometimes,

that has to be enough.