And just for thought...
You speak of forgiveness.
Do you know the images you gave me in my head?
How could you?
You do not listen when I speak.
You refuse to see the truth in my eyes.
Do you know the wicked in what you ask of me?
Perhaps you see only your hopeful light under your closed eyes.
You tell me my threads will come together but I doubt you.
Will I be forgiven for my wrong?
Shall I release you from your sin?
No, I doubt myself.
You tell me you forgive me
but I cannot recall for what.
Or for begging?
Do you still imagine me below you?
Pushing you away?
Can your ignorant ears still hear my tears?
Your hatred broke my rainbow
and, yet, you want my forgiveness.
You smile with spite.
You yearn for me to release you from what you did,
from your own black soul,
but you never cared for mine.
After all those years, you never cared for mine.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.