Tag: wrong

• November 19, 2014

  Absolution

  I forgave to forget what you would not let go. Even then, it still felt wrong to right what you pushed as I tried to pull away. Won’t you let me say that this, it is not easy, forgiving the living. But, know this: I owe you nothing else . Sometimes it all comes down…
• February 16, 2014

  Swallow

  I forget my reasons for staying, saying instead it’s what’s right– wrong, again. Again, I swallow it all: the anger, the regret. But it won’t stay down, as I do. It rises, likes the hot air you speak, corrodes the ceiling, takes my breath, leaves me gasping, choking on what you could not swallow. The indignant, after all, have no room for their own mistakes. Originally published at Melancholy Hyperbole, found here.