Absolution

You never asked for absolution.

And yet, should you?

Would I give it?

Maybe, for me, but not for you.

I don’t have to carry your guilt around,

like a weighted tarnished chain,

rusted and ruined.

Your punishment is knowing that

you can never take it back.

That the damage you caused was real,

and even though we heal,

the scars are real.

Pink, fleshy roped lines,

scaling the skin like roadmaps,

showing the twisted roads

we traveled to get here.

Absolve yourself,

for even though the pain lives in us both,

I am only responsible

for the absolution of mine.

Not yours, never yours.

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