I Forgive You
( Or Ode To A Cyberman )

I forgive you for all the lies,
I forgive you for all the pain.
I forgive you the heartache you gave me,
I don't know what you felt you had to gain.

Did it give you pleasure?
Did it boost your pride?
You stole my heart,
And left me feeling like I died.

I forgive you the broken promises,
I forgive you the disillusionment of a child.
I forgive you for encouraging me,
To please let my passionate feelings run wild.

Why you wanted me to fall for you,
I really do not know.
Did you need to break another heart,
For your ego to grow?

I gave you my heart and fell for every lie,
You played me and hurt me so bad,
You led me to believe you really love and want me,
It was all lies and you`re finished with the fun you had.

You said you were hoping to hear from me,
That was a lie too.
I have sent many emails in 4 months,
There is no excuse for no words from you.

You gave me no closure,
You did a disappearing act.
Your friend had excuses for you,
That had no basis in fact.

Yes, I forgive you for all this,
You see I really must.
I must try to forgive you,
Or I never again will be able to trust.

By Linda ..May 2001

The Meaning of Forgiveness
Forgiveness doesn't mean forgetting, nor does it mean
whitewashing what has happened. Forgiveness means
letting go, moving on, and favoring the positive.

Footnote....
I think the whole game is stupid. They obviously don`t realize,
or just don`t care, that they may be hurting others. There
are a lot of us out there who are decent, caring people
that actually believe some or all of their crap. We don`t
know the rules of this pointless, lying game. They are so smooth
(obviously from lots of practise), that we don`t realize
we are being fed a lot of bull, until they disappear, and we
are left heart broken.

Then we start thinking of the things that didn`t add up, how
it seemed too good to be true, how the other person would go
on the defense at some things said. How it was always
"our" fault when there was an argument, how we were accused
of always being the liar. They disappear and move on to the
next victim when they get bored. They leave a scar behind.
They leave their victims with a fear of getting involved
with another on line again, a fear of being used as a means
to their enjoyment of the games they play again. I'm sure there
are women out there who do the same to men.

I got hurt, can you tell ? I'm one of many victims out here.
I'm afraid to really reach out again, afraid when
someone reaches out to me. The thoughts of "is he lying
to me, is this picture really him, will I get hurt again,
is he really bull shitting me?" These thoughts are always
there now. Watch out women.
Linda


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