Three Friends

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I.

You betrayed me.

I let it go.

You ripped a hole in my heart.

I said nothing.

Even still, I suffer in the deep places of my soul,

Believing that asking you to say you’re sorry

Would be truly missing the point.

Because I cannot give you the eyes to see

What you chose to be blind to.

II.

My heart still weeps

Because

I love you still.

And I cannot stop.


III.

You ignored me.

I dared you to notice.

You belittled me.

I seethed on the inside.

And somehow still, underneath the forgiveness I chose,

An anger seeks to surface,

For I know you were wrong.

Even more than that, you were afraid.

Coward.

IV.

My stomach still twists

Because

You never loved me.

And you believe you did.


V.

You pretended to listen.

I was asking for a friend.

You blinked, and judged.

I cried in front of you.

Yet today, though your memory is murky,

I feel sorry for you.

What a tight, tiny box you exist in

And will never come out of.

VI.

My head still shakes

Because

You said you loved me.

And I know you didn’t.


VII.

I betrayed Him.

I ignored Him.

I pretended to listen.

His hands still extend, open.

His voice still calls, quiet.

His heart still loves, steady.

The grace of redemption is

Forward motion.