Forgive and Forget

"You have to forgive to forget, and forget to feel again."


Sometimes I think you also have to forget in order to forgive.
It's a misshapen circle, but I can work with it.

Glass

But long after you've broken everything,
Surrounded by the shattered glass and silence,
The shards shimmer in the dull lighting and threaten to pierce again,
And nothing has been gained, save for a few scars and a memory of a time when you had to pick up all those pieces as well, or else tread lightly around them until they dissipate with time.

Raw Spot

"You are a raw spot on my heart," she told him, and through his cool face, she saw he'd always known it would be this way, and wondered why he'd let that happen when the control of everything else in the whole world was in his hands.

I Wrote This For You

"I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn't get it. They may think they get it, but they don't. This is the sign you've been looking for. You were meant to read these words."

-http://www.iwrotethisforyou.me/



Me too.

The brightest, dimmed.

Of your betrayal the wounds left behind a proud face whisper.
Consummate the loss of faith; your artistry in dissimulation, with quick erasure of history, as though the moments never happened, as though nothing was lost, for lack of existence. And I, moonstruck for remembering "false" happenings. Eager naivety pervading my perceptions, shepherding my pure trust in you. The absolute faith so strong as to warrant sacrifice and risk, anything-everything to preserve you.
You, who in your courting captivated my every attention, soothed my every fear and brightened every shadow with your careful reassurances; in turn, capturing more of myself than ever has been entrusted to another, then taking that bit in a slow deliquescence, and fading away, without so much as an admittance to any aberration from the past.
You, the brightest and I, so easily forgotten.