I want to scratch myself open
until you forgive me.
I want to let myself bleed out
until you release me from
the person I was before.
I want closure from my own misgivings, contrition from my own sins.
You have never given it to me.
You never will.
I understand why.
YOU ARE READING
This Is Where You Learn to Move On
PoetryThe random thoughs, the missing pieces of puzzles that I will never click together. Bits and pieces that won't end up in a manuscript. Highest Ranking: 16 in Poetry cover credits to the outstanding @eccentriphilia
