I Forgive You Poem by Genevieve Surrender

When you sell your soul
for petty cash
or a dropshoot on the beach
don't crawl back
and demand a recount on the vote.

When you've lost it all
and you realize
that I delayed the draining of the basin
don't break down and cry on my shoulder.

When you're alone,
and abandoned,
and forlorn,
and I'm happy in my castle
I'll give you bread and water.

But you cannot stay here.

My star will flourish
and yours will burn out.

My life has meaning
and yours has cold,
dead hands grasping at your coattails.

They'll call your name
until your ears bleed.

They won't know your story.
They won't feel your heart
that is still buried in there
somewhere.

And in the dark horizon
I see new light for me
and a casket for you,
that I've cast in gold
and adorned in fine silk.

You deserved that once.