By Anvita Singh
I hope
and pray
for your forgiveness.
The forgiveness
that you, I, our relationship,
our kins deserve.
That closure,
the whisper
of
'we gave it our all'
(and in hindsight
we really did).
I hope
you can forgive
my cruel tongue
which not only mocked and derided you
but hurt my self
because you were my mirror.
I hope
against hope
for you to realize
how much you
are cherished and loved
despite what we endured.
I apologize
with my blood and tears,
with my wounds and pain
as sacred offering
to forgive me
for not loving you right.
And this is not an excuse
but, how could I have
loved you truly
in the way you deserved
when I hated myself?