I am sorry

that I talked about it.
I am sorry that I couldn't do you this one favor not to speak to anyone about it.
I've tried hard but a women's mind works differently. I am sorry and angry that I can't rise above it. I am trying to be okay with it, you know, and I find it throug communication. Through communicating that it is okay. Just to find myself in the shadows of the night on my knees, crying.
I won't give up yet. I will try to not talk about it. And if I still do I have to comfort my self-accusing soul with the thought that you too, didn't keep your promise.