All Carved Up
I love you
is real hard to say. And so is
You hurt me.
But the hardest by far, is
I forgive you.
because it actually says both of the above.
If love be the knife you willingly hold to yourself to feed the life-blood to your beloved, then their betrayal is the rubbing of salt into the wounds. How then, can forgiveness be the healing, when all it is, is brandishing the knife all over again into the already-raw wound?
If love hurts, forgiveness hurts infinitely more.
the honesty and truth of raw emotion
.-= PS´s last blog ..Yes, all Irishmen are NOT drunks, and gays DONT wear pink socks, or single earrings =-.
@PS: The rawness too.