Please forgive me for taking the pain that you gave me and holding onto it for years…
I held on much longer than I should have.
But for the life of me, I could not find a place to set it down.
The edges were sharp, like the blade of a knife pulled straight from my heart.
I couldn’t risk anyone else dying the way I have died a thousand times.
I finally buried it six feet under. I forgot where exactly, but whenever I see you, you always have blood on your hands.
Please forgive me for not knowing who I loved when I loved you.
Forgive me for being such a slow learned when it comes to actually loving myself.
I finally learned.
I have finally forgiven myself.

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