In-Toxic-ation

I place a rose on the tomb of Us,

The petals wither

And the thorns remind me of you

Hurting each other till we last.

I burn from within in unfulfilled desire.

Looking for a purpose in the debris of lost hope.

But then comes the wind that puts out the fire

Forcing me to move on.

I resist. I protest. I can't forget.

I won't forgive.

With each step that I was forced

To drag back into your chessboard

I leapt forward twice.

I learnt to let go,

I was taught to forgive.

I am resilient, fighting till I burn

Raising my voice for things

That only mattered to me;

Only to realise, I was a kid then,

A rebel without a cause

Who was I to fix you?

Hope that you treat the next woman better?

By forgiving someone who never apologised.

From The Quill