I forgive you.
For all the things you’ve done to me.
I forgive you.

I forgive you.
For all the times your empty promises trickled through my head like a mountain spring.
I forgive you.

I forgive you.
For the color red.
I forgive you.

I forgive you.
For when you said you would love me, then you left me.
I forgive you.

I forgive you.
For the grass on that hill that sways every morning in the breeze.
I forgive you.

I forgive you.
For not being strong enough.
I forgive you.

I forgive you.
For the stone that’s got your name carved into it.
I forgive you.

I forgive you.
For leaving me at your own will.
Really, I do.

I forgive you.