My Apology

 I thought before I could think.
Acted before I could blink.
Regretfully now I sink.
My apology into ink.

I'm sorry I was inconsiderate.
But I can't change that I'm an idiot.
Sometimes I do things on auto pilot.
Only to realise when my heart feels regret.
That I'm dumb enough to not just wait.

Tell me how to make it up to you.
However you choose, I will do.
Tell me I'm forgiven.
And I'll smile as if it's forbidden.
Accept my apology.
And I'll dance around my stupid psychology.

Sorry is just a summary.
And this is the real apology.