Friday 11 April 2014

Forgivness

Forgive you,
Why?
That's God's job
my soul is too small.

Hating you saves me
from you ripping out my heart,
for fun
for screaming at me
for your sins.

And you send some money
to your heartbroken daughter,
a remembered birthday for once.

Don't think that even
starts to make up
for the chaos you left,
it can't be done.

I wish I could chuck
your carcass in the sea
never see you again.

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