If I ask for your forgiveness,
I don’t think you would understand me.
You would see my heart bleeding
and only feel the silence.
But I haven’t been silent for years.
I want nothing more
than for you to find your story.
With all the honey,
all the endless wonder.
I still want to say you thank you,
but I fear all you would hear
is the sharpness of what I have done.
What I have chosen to do.
How I loved myself too fiercely,
and lost myself too soon.
When I tried to show you our story book,
all you could see were the pictures.
And honey,
we both know all I could see were the words.
From the depths of my bones
I hope you know I loved you on purpose.
I still hold onto your soul like a prayer,
but now I see it is time to stop speaking.
For you and I have both done enough.
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