I’m wearing the sweatshirt you cried in
and I laugh to myself as I imagine you apologizing
for the salt stains on the cuff.
I’d say I forgive you,
like it was actually something
needing to be forgiven.
And maybe you’d believe me this time.
Small steps.
And maybe you’ll believe me next time.
Proper goals.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
I’m wearing the sweatshirt you cried in
and I laugh to myself as I imagine you apologizing
for the salt stains on the cuff.
I’d say I forgive you,
like it was actually something
needing to be forgiven.
And maybe you’d believe me this time.
Small steps.
And maybe you’ll believe me next time.
Proper goals.
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