On Forgiveness

Who can explain
when I am to know
that a deed is forgiven?
Because when you kissed
that other girl
I had been so fragile
and vulnerable
out of touch with love
out of touch with myself
and so the newly built safe place
imploded
and collapsed over my own head
and it hurt
and the brick wall
didnt alleviate the pain
not one single bit
and so you became my hostage
and I had a hardened heart
that never forgot
and never forgave
til it was sick of the sight
of its own bitter,
self-righteous face.
I make an intention
to finally set us both free
Forgiveness,
I beg, please visit me
and my humble door tonight.