Why the **** should I forgive you?

Why should i give you space to breathe when you

yourself gave me nothing but a heart black and blue

wrists cut to ribbons and a complex that says i’ll never

ever, be good enough.

for anyone

I want to hear you scream at the top of your lungs

Im sorry

It isn’t your fault but i find you the most convenient

one to blame. You did nothing but live and breathe

but you whispered hope into my ears

and I guess that was my fault for attempting

to decipher what was plain and simple

Im sorry

but  I need to hear you say it

I need to hear you swear it like you mean it

Im sorry