you still may not forgive me yet,
perhaps you never will,
but i live by “forgive, forget,”
i harbor nothing ill.
yet in my chest remains an ache,
a longing for what was.
searing regret left in your wake—
it’s i who lost your trust.
foolish tongue dripping with folly—
a heart’s not meant to rest.
lingering, piercing melancholy
tears into my chest.
i loved too hard, yes, blindly so.
lids fluttered, lungs aflame—
i never sought to let you go—
now drowned, i’m all to blame.