ten years,
too late.
ten years—
and there's
no debate:
i will do
everything
to not be
like you.
i'm no saint,
but i know
when enough
is enough
and to draw
a line,
before it's
too late.
people come
and people go;
and i've come
to terms with
forgiving
and letting
go.
but in the midst of
it all, i hope
to be better
than to
risk it all.
because impressions
are forever,
and
i've learned
to forgive you
and move past it
rather than fall.
some legacies are meant to end. this isn't anger. this is release.