I write this to you from a heart that is in mourn.
One that is broken and mangled, waiting to be reborn.

I forgive you.

I forgive the lies and your constant deceit,
For you’re a heart eater, so bon appétit.

I forgive the yelling, the constant belittlement.
Bit off more than I could chew, you’re a hellfire equivalent.

I forgive you for making a choice that was the best for us both…
First time I admit that, I consider it growth.
Two broken hearts, loneliness is something I loath.
Just like you said, it’s good for us,
I suppose.

I forgive you.
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