I'm a forgiving person
like a leaf in a river never looking back on what has past
only pulling inspiration from the act of stupidity that got you in trouble in the first place.
which i now lack because you had to go off and do what we both know you'd do all along.

i forgive. i forget, though you haunt me in my sleep. replaying memories of your face and hands.
so real i feel as if i am watching you through a two way mirror.

like the mirror i was a slab of glass, right before you broke me into little pieces.
luckily the edges smoothed and the pain faded. so now i'll just wait, here i'll stay.

until one day, i am laid on top of color and made into stain glass and my flaws will be my beauty, all because of you and the scars you left, i will be seen as a rareity