I don't forgive—
The times you made me cry


I don't forgive—
The times you threw me aside

I don't forgive—
Those words that broke my soul.

You apologize,

Say you want to write your wrongs

Say you want me to treat you better

Say you want me to forgive—

But you've drowned me
You've made my life hell  

And I,


Am not


Ready



To forgive you.

My mind is a fog
My heart’s in a cage
I clawed at these chains
It sharpened my fingers
It turned them to blades
But as I clawed and clawed
I finally did it
I
Broke
Through
The
Chains

I broke through the chains
But at what price?
My fingers are blades
I hurt what I touch
My touch is so sharp
It can cut through rock, flesh and blood

These fingers I needed—
My previous defense—
My previous necessity—
What I needed to survive—
It no longer provides me.
It damages my life—
It scares the ones I love—
It prevents me from thriving—
It must go.

But fingers so sharp
Cannot dullen so quick
trying with all my might
Fed by my darkest fears
That I may someday become
Like the person I spite
I deny that fate
Till the day I die
I swear to myself
I will never be
The one who places the chains

I crawl through
A field of pretty blue,
Red, pink, and yellow

Searching for,
The perfect flower

I'll look for the one
With symmetrical petals
Laced with your favorite color
And the most delicate leaves
The one that's far from wilted
The one that's most vibrant
And once I find it
I'll go find you

Ill present the gift

You’ll take it in your hands

And I'll watch

As you **** the life out of it

The flower wilts

You toss it aside

You laugh

You walk away

Leaving me alone

In this field

Staring at the wilted flower

That lay among the many others

I’d once gifted you