forget me (not)

We have baggage to (un)bury.

But what if it's important to name? What if there are some things that we should (never ever) say, like Voldemort or Hitler?

I don't want to bear the holding of this, so can't we let it go? I don't want to carry it anymore (or do I just mean alone?)

But is it important? What if our lives will remain left (un)shaken by the silence we are breaking?

You trusted me with words beyond my greatest secret truth or dare. When I was an anxious child without a sense of breath or time to spare.

Am I unforgivable or just setting aside? Aren't you already forgiven for taking my heart in my place?

Must there be a reason to be made for every thing? Or will forever be carrying this gutpunch?

What if I swim (drown) in your sincerity (again) and can('t) find your thread in me? What do I say when there's nothing (left to say)?

Must the ball be in my court when I thought we decided (not) to play?

Why did it hurt? Why am I carrying your heart like this (in your place)?

You bared her soul to another me, and I'm (not) sure I'm equipped for even the first step of make believe. And she was countless steps ahead of me.

I can't keep up (please!)

Am (was) I anywhere to be found?

This wasn't (isn't) mine (ours) to hold.

Did(n't) I already say?

This feels like (too) much for me to (be) bold (now).

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If that is all you are asking, then the answer is yes, child.

You were forgiven when you resolved to remember.

Feel free now to let go as you please.

It is a choice that is yours to make.

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