You stare down at your phone.
Maybe if you turn your phone off,
something you haven’t done in years,
the need to reply,
‘It’s okay.’
To forgive, oestensibly,
but never forget, what they did will go away.
You would rather not,
engage in yet another conversation about,
why they don’t want you anymore,
about how unloveable you really are.
You don’t have the strength to argue.
And the usual strength,
forgiveness,
refuses to show its timid face this time.
All you have is your armour. All you have is yourself.
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