Forgiveness

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Aanya Ranasaria

You seek my forgiveness,

As if it is a gift to bestow.

You crave my empathy,

Like cold water in a desert.

You yearn for my trust, 

A bridge you burned. 

You long for my acknowledgement,

A nod to validate your existence.

You pray for my wave, 

A gesture to wash away the past.

You hunger for my smile,

As if it could mend what’s broken. 

But forgiveness isn’t a gift easily given,

It’s earned through actions, not wishes.

And trust, once shattered,

Leaves scars that time alone cannot heal. 

My respect, once freely offered, 

Now slips through your desperate fingers.

Each plea diminishes your dignity,

A shadow of the person I once admired.

Your need for absolution

Reveals the hollow core within.

For in seeking redemption so urgently,

You're not the person I once revered. 

And though forgiveness may come in time,

The pedestal you stood on lies in ruins.