insincere

the problem with me is that i never
admit i was wrong.
i repent & cry at your feet when you
find me out
collapsing beside the bed, instead of on it;
please,please believe me!
but by next month, i will not remember my own remorse.
i am not sorry.
yes, i did that & it was real & good.
i'm not sorry, i don't take it back
i'm not sorry, i'd do it all again.
it is only in the thunder of the moment
when you scorn me cold & angry, i am sorry.
i am only sorry for the way you
look at me.