The trick to forgiving is not to forget
But to trust someone to be exactly who they are
The trick to understanding the past
is not in the unfolding, but in the hindsight
Not to put too fine a point on it...
Magickal mystical mythical that was never more than smoke
Perhaps the greatest con on the weakest kind,
No great deed ever found him whole
And he'll never appreciate how
I used him to mask my grief
Which made us quite a pair, unstable, insatiable, unforgiveable
I have no want or need of his devotion
I seek only the strength to look him in the eye
and be unmoved by him
The will to silently pass him by
Without another glance
Because events of late have begun to resemble
That twisted twist of fate
I will need that resolve to weather the next few storms.
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