Forgive and Forget
The Road to Self-Love I’m here, writing to whoever is reading this; Thankful for finding pieces of me in my own words, reading my story. I often shatter within myself when it comes to the pain of loss. From losing my precious stones to precious people, I’ve shed tears. Call me materialistic and unhumble when I apologized for my reaction. For whatever their cruel actions were, I spoke my mind. I forgot everything within a couple of months and talked to them again. And then again. When I could forget and forgive so easily for gaslighting me, why was I dragged down and disowned when I sought forgiveness for a childish reaction? Since many poets/ argue definitions of love/ I would crave a war/ on definition of a "friend" ~Logophile I sought forgiveness not once, nor twice, but thrice. And the reply came as, “ I forgave you, but I will never forget!” Forget what? Distancing me when I needed them most? Gaslighting me that I’m immature and showy? Calling me a “hypocrite” when I
