forgive, forget,


Things don’t know.

all I know is this, that I

am responsible for my actions,

and I know you know that too.


So come back, come here

and fix the mess you made in me,

ripped out my heart with your bare fingers,

and left only the bloodied-up guts behind.


When you’ve stitched me up,

with those hands tend to my wounds

until I am healed, only then can you go,

until I am healed, only then can I learn to


forgive, forget.