forgive

I don’t forgive you.

My god, I have tried.

I have thought I had.

But, I don’t.

It doesn’t matter if

you deserve it. It doesn’t

matter if one day you’ll

be gone.

Because what you did

won’t go with you.

I can’t forget it.

I can barely remember it.

As if that would be

your freedom.

it isn’t mine.

It isn’t mine.

I cannot trust,

I cannot believe,

I cannot care,

I cannot let things matter.

They break,

and they leave

and I am left with

shattered pieces.

All I know is the

reflection of part of

me in the shards you

have left behind.

And you don’t ask;

you just expect it.

You don’t respect it

when I don’t want to talk.

You walk all over me,

You walk all over her,

You walk all over us,

And we cower.

Well, I will not forgive you.

That is my power.