Forgive Me for All the Things I Ask of You
A poem written from Decembers frost
Forgive me if I flinch at your open arms awaiting a hug;
if I cry through the muffled feeling of loss;
if I fade like the flowers through December;
if I fake all the times I’ve said I was sober—
please God,
you only know how much my heart breaks.
Forgive me if I lie about sleeping through the night;
if I touch more than whatever is enough—
I tried, I tried, I tried a million times.
But God, only you know all my soul can handle,
oh, and only you see how slow the end is
while I hardly know how to handle my love or my grief,
while I hardly know anything—
I’m still trying find me
so won’t you forgive me.
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