Monday, March 26, 2012

you used to be like my twin

Sometimes it's easier not to see and remember, my arms and words were sincere but I wonder how much yours were, or if you even know. I wish I knew that there was some truth there. I'm trying to live out this forgiveness thing but the helplessness, the sadness, the anger at the wrongness all around, I wish my attitude was more pure, I wish I couldn't feel all those emotions rising back up again. I keep on moving on, I don't know how to look back, I wonder if my forgiveness is pure, I'd be willing to begin again, but I crave truth and I find none.

1 comment:

  1. You did all you could do. Purity in ourselves is something we can't truly ever know, certainly not without time.