Words and Art by Zoe Eleanor
I’m sorry, I wore that dress.
I’m sorry, I drank too much.
I’m sorry, I was dancing.
I’m sorry, I was at the party.
I’m sorry, for your hands
wrapping themselves around my waist..
I’m sorry, I froze.
I’m sorry, I couldn’t find my voice.
I’m sorry, I tried to push away.
I’m sorry, your hands left me bruised
in more ways than one.
I’m sorry you made me hate my body,
that I couldn’t look at myself for a month.
I’m sorry that you claimed
my body as your own.
I’m sorry that I let you.
I’m sorry you thought it was ok,
I’m sorry you’re the reason,
I no longer trust.
But most of all, I’m sorry that you’ve made me feel sorry,
at all.
