You know, I forgive you for leaving me alone even after I told you I enjoyed your company.
I forgive you for never letting me talk even after the silence stretched on and you'd still find a way to interrupt me. I forgive you for stringing me along for so long even after I heard your goodbyes louder than your hellos.
You know, I forgive you for turning off the lights even after I told you I was afraid of the dark.
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humans
Poetry"Being human means constantly trying to find the light." -Kevin Kantor & Sienna Burnett "Phases" (poetry written in form of journal entries)
