I hate you, and that hate drains me dry,
I wish you were a lesson I was lucky enough to skip.
Our memories carve themselves as invisible scars,
Etched deep, where only I feel their sting.
I return to them like a drug,
A craving I can't seem to kill.
On my best days,
I comfort the inner child within me
let it go byabyi girl, forgive and move on, you were both young and couldn't have known any better,
Even my prayers whisper grace—
forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us
But on my worst days,
I pray you reach every dream, every goal,
Taste love and joy like never before.
And in that moment, when the stars align for you,
When life’s beauty wraps you in its arms
I pray that’s when you realize—
Your feet are in the air, cause you just kicked the chair under your feet, and the rope around your neck is the only reason why the ground is out of reach.
