i don’t think so.
but i forgive you, girl,
who tallied stretch marks
into reasons why no one should get close.
i forgive you, silly girl,
sweet breath, decent by default.
i forgive you for being afraid.
did everything betray you?
even the rain you love so much
made rust out of your jewellery?
i forgive you, soft spoken girl
speaking with fake brash voice,
fooling no one.
i see you, tender
even on your hardest days.
i forgive you,
waiting for him to call,
i forgive you the diets
and the cruel friends.
especially for that one time you said
‘i fucking give up on love,
it’s not worth it,
i’d rather be alone forever’.
you were just pretending, weren’t you?
i know you didn’t mean that.
your body, your mouth, your heart,
made specifically for loving.
sometimes the things we love will kill us,
but weren’t we dying anyway?
i forgive you for being something that will eventually die.
fading out slowly,
i wouldn’t want to be in a world
where you don’t exist.