Not the end of the world.

I remeber the rush of fear I ignored the moment you slammed the door. I remember being suprised at just how stong you were...or how weak  I was. How my pain didn't even seem to kill your buzz. How I couldn't breathe and you didn't care. How your friend came in and stopped you before you ripped off my underwear. I was sick with anger. I litterally wished you would die. You were sorry. I didn't want to look you in the eye. Then all of a sudden I wanted be friends, to forget....I wanted to be able to look at you and not regret. I've never been the kind of person who could just brethe stretch shake and let things go.  I asked you about your life like a actually wanted to know.I stand here knowing things will never be the same. We barley talk and I try not to place the blame...in your hands where my hands once fit....so i put this story...in a rhyme to spit....and forgivness is the only thing between us that is still legit. I forgive you for my the daughter who I might have one day...So when I tell her my story....she'll hear the streagth in my voice when I tell her that she has always has a choice...I forgive you for the future of my one day son...so if he asks me if I have regrets...I can say "no" instead of "just one." Most of all I forgive you for me...because it is what I need to do...can you hear me when I say I forgive you?