It’s in a secret folded letter, in a book somewhere. Building dust in your, crusty childhood trauma.
Words like “I’m sorry that we couldn’t fit together”. Maybe “I’m sorry that they didn’t teach you to love better”.
It might say that I just want you to finally be happy. You’ll think that’s another one of my unforgettable darling lies.
But the anger I’ve been feeling is completely unforgivable. Making no better reason to relentlessly forgive.
Seeking lustful validation is probably my sin. Seeking your forgiveness is probably my mistake.
But time is always our cruelist and truest confessors, and I have never been betrothed to anyone, but the truth.
I honestly dont think this adds up to a real message but its something - i also love being blunt and honesty, and also learning to forgive even in pain!!!! seriously!!! positivity!!!