Empathy

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I've always had a kind heart. The one that allows people to say hello at a party and feel safe in an unfamiliar place. The kind that always has open arms for bruised minds and open hands for broken pieces. And I think that's why I forgive so easily, no matter what is said or done. I can put my feet in their souls and understand where they are coming from, my heart continues to mend its walls with empathy and all my heart can forgive. My skin cannot forget the way that my nails dug into my arms, begging to release the pain. My eyes cannot forget the tears that shed as I watched you pour my love down the drain. My ears cannot unhear the screams of my vocal cords when you told me that you had lied. My veins cannot forget the agony that spread through them when I saw words that were never meant for my eyes. My ribs cannot forget the tear of my lungs while taking the knife out of my back. My body can never forget, even when my heart begs and pleads. Because she wants to love again without a fright, so I forgive you for the sake of my soul. But I can never forget, because in my lungs there is still a hole.

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