good to yourself? 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 jewelry? 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 f.ucking 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.
perishable goods, fading out slowly, little human, i
wouldn’t want to be in a world where you don’t
exist.
