Never apologize for sharing your past with me;
for telling me about the lives you've loved the most.
We all carry a fragment of them with us,
creating the stained glass windows of our souls.
Hate is the only transgression worth apologizing for,
Because it cracks our windows and devours us whole
As time goes on, and the colors fade
I've learned the ones we love are the ones we grow to hate.
I have no time for malice; I have no room for grudges,
Because my chapel is slowly dying as the bricks begin to crumble
I only care about my soul, that it should stay intact
My stained glass window can not break, my love will always last.