I'm (not) sorry

I'm not sorry

For painting

With a red so lively

That it kills me.

I'm not sorry

For the silence

That I give

When I'm internally screaming.

I don't apologize

For what I said

When my mouth was a gun

And my words bullets.

And I don't regret

The blackness

And how I

Love with it.

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