As my roots spilled all over, the seeds of my healing.
Sprouts of tomorrow.
All over.
You broke me, but I did not bleed.
I forgive me. I forgive you.
I forgive us.
And I heal, and I grow.
And I'm stronger.
I move on.
I hope you can heal, too. Don't hold onto me on negatives. Don't become the villain in the story. I hold love, and respect, and all the good in my heart still for you. I'll remember you peacefully, happily. Do so, too. Grow. Bunches of tons of lots.