I forgive you for hurting, for stabbing me in the dark. I forgive you for bleeding on my bed sheets, for hugging the pillows instead of me. I forgive you for believing and then forsaking. I forgive you for loving the darkness because the sun shone too brightly. I forgive you for acting on your own whims instead of what was right. I forgive you for staying inside when the night was dark and cold; when the covers on our bed of helplessness were warmer than the streets of hope. I forgive you for thinking my love was limited. I forgive you for slaying the beasts of the night without first slaying the beasts of the day. I forgive you for letting yourself lose the hope we once shared. I forgive your hands that tightened the wires around my wrists; that twisted and twirled the ropes around my neck. I forgive you for the false love you professed to me in the nights we shared. I forgive you for the scratches that were seethed on my heart. I forgive you because you are. You belong. I forgive you because I cannot withstand the thoughts of never knowing your burdens, your closets and your fears. I forgive you because I am no different. Because the stains on my white linen sheets will never be cleansed from the scent of You.

I forgive You because my heart belongs in this place, in this moment. Because my wounds are Yours to share. Because in the quietest moments of the night, I hear Your voice, and You've forgiven me, just as I have forgiven myself.

I forgive You.