forgive me forget me collect me regret me
•part 1•
preaching apologies as a method for reconciliation teaching anthologies filled with self realization ditch this analogy and admit your creation was never nothing but an accident but we will learn from our mistakes and maybe we can make something from this cascade of catastrophes lent to us by our birth
•part 2•
he reached for me and I curled within myself unable to accept anything but pain
very rarely have I forgave and often have I dug my grave truly I've tried to untangle our ties but nothing is tidy and my whole life is lies
•part 3•
forgive me?
ok.
Fearful Forgiveness.
It had been many years of pain and words that felt more like razorblades. You were a nasty man. And I guess I should have had faith that people can change... Perhaps I just didn't have faith in you.
You had torn me down so many times. You were the reason I couldn't allow anyone to love me as anything more than a whore.
But there you were.
On your knees.
Begging me to forgive you.
I wanted more than anything to spit in your face, turn my back, and close my door. But something in me was afraid that if I didn't at least attempt to forgive you, that you would regress back to your angry, evil existence.
So I nodded my head. I hid my heart. I choked back the tears. And I said those three huge words
"I forgive you."
From that moment on, I was skeptical, but I pretended well. I knew that your demons were still inside of you, and I lived my life afraid for the day that they would break free.
-ashleyanne