Can I forgive you….no, and even if I did
You wouldn’t thank me for it
You, being in total denial
I see straight through your smart exterior
To the rat you are inside
And you’d never pardon me for telling you
So I silence my voice and bind my hands
So that I cannot write a letter to you
You took a stick of dynamite and threw it
Into the centre of my childhood
And blasted it to tiny pieces
Yet I yearn to love and I cannot cure myself
Of the love I had for you for what I thought
You were before I knew you