and so today i drew open the curtains of my ribcage and i brushed the dust off my heart and i forgave you.

— an excerpt from a letter to you

Until you can fully forgive
Is when you can truly move on

Having a hard time forgiving men I think.
Having a time forgiving men I think hard.

In saying goodbye, nothing dies.
Memories still fly, a swarm of warm butterflies.
Skin and bones decay, but memories remain.
I'd trade an open casket for an open mind.

We must move on, but in moving on, we must never be tempted to forget.
Our memories, actions, words have made us who we are today.