Atonement Scribble I’m sorry for making you feel ugly and I’m sorry For all the times I laughed in your face. For all the times I ever put you down. Made you feel down. Ripped you apart with poison words. Smiled at your misfortune, too, maybe. For making you lonely. For making me lonely even more. It was never my intention, Never my intentions To make you hate me so much and so deservedly. Like insects on china white walls These thoughts crawl over my skin and suck at my heart Like summer mosquitoes, winter leeches. Bleeding me dry. This is my atonement scribble I will deliver it to you. This is my atonement scribble Now where the fuck is yours? Poem by Steve Golds