I can’t let it go, she’s taken too much
and when you don’t know yourself
everything feels personal.
I crave the punishment of you.
I make my wish to the moon.
A waning crescent losing light,
bending below fog and darkness,
But I couldn’t find you down here.
I’ve soiled this land for us—
A place to remember,
our pinnacle of unforgiveness.
An ethereal question of how to forgive
the antagonist of this story.
Erase the Villian?
Or renounce your Victim?
No one wants to be accountable for her story.
Yet everyone has so much to say
Because they forget I let them say a lot.PG