I forgave you years ago.
And yet you accuse me still,
Mistaking the fallout
For blame.
Only your talents
Could turn me into the villain.
You don't really want me to forgive
You want me to forget.

From you I have learned that humans
Are not a forgiving lot.
They know very little about the concept.
Show forgiveness to them
And they thank you with mistrust,
Greedily demanding it be proven.
They think they deserve much more than they get
And fear that they deserve
Much less.
They hoard it madly, like gold,
Biting it to test its true worth.

And yet if the tables are turned
And you seek it yourself
You must pull tiny pieces of it from them
Like teeth.

I hate the type of goodbyes
where nothing is said
just things are forgotten

like the smell of my perfume dabbed slightly on my collarbone
applied softly, wishing you would notice

or how you ran your fingers down my neck
giving me goosebumps every time I inhaled the sweet aroma of rain lingering outside

and now
the beautiful words that flowed dangerously fast out of our mouths
are no longer spoken

you gracefully faded from my life

like how foggy breath fades in the winter

Your eyes are telling a tale
Everywhere you go

Your steps are making rhythms
silent and slow

Your head was never high
Nor does your voice

Every tremble of your hands
Every quiver on your lips
I know.

A flawless red curve of
Seductive lips
Your bold tongue
On the cusp of mine
I savor your words
Reckless declarations
Breathed down my throat
Slashing my soul
A wound that won’t heal
Exposed to the memory of
*******
Memories that make it my ruin
The way you wrenched my heart
Racked my mind
Molested my soul
The desolation you left me with
When you were done

I look for Pink
To comfort and inspire
My emotional essence
You will see if you
Look into my eyes.