by the way,
i forgive you.
for the time,
you told me i wasn't relationship material.
or for the time,
you told me i was a whore for attention,
that everything that was truly me was all just an act.
i forgive you,
even with no apology,
even with no sympathy or care.
i forgive you for,
ridiculing everything i was,
and for everything i can and will be,
because you were just as insecure as me.
YOU ARE READING
the light
Poetrya collection of uncategorized poems from around the years 2016-2019.
