Learn to forgive.
And I'm standing on the precipice saying,
What if I don't want to,
What if I can't,
What if I can look him in the face,
But I'm still smashing mirrrors,
What if the pain is too great,
What if the scars are too real,
What if the two lines that lie upon my hand,
Are dictating my sanity.
All I really want,
Is love and hugs,
I don't need anymore than that.
God I really miss you,
But I'm tired of the empty sentences,
I need explanations,
I need more than this,
So help me.
Because this month was supposed to change me,
But I'm standing here,
Worse for the wear,
Looking slightly inwards,
But outwards too...