Like Rappaccini’s Daughter

a poem on forgiveness

Photo by Joel Naren on Unsplash

I wish I could tell her
it wasn’t her
it didn’t have anything
to do with her
it wasn’t her
that he didn’t love
it was himself
it wasn’t her he wasn’t interested in
it was himself
it wasn’t her it wasn’t her it wasn’t her it wasn’t
her fault
it was him
but
it wasn’t him it wasn’t him it wasn’t him it was
mental illness
finding warm places in cold corridors
breaking things
not…