Gentle white flags: I’ve come far

I forget why I hated you

Between the changing of seasons,
the tears and the fair reasons
you gave me to despise you
I forget why I hated you

I’ve admired the immense kindness of others
while failing to acknowledge my own
it takes courage, sense, a heart of gold
to wave a white flag when
you’re thrown stones

Even amidst the war you started
I forgot why I cut you off
and the poems I’ve written seem not enough
of a reminder of the rage I once felt
in my struggle to break the spell

No point in fighting
what I can’t remember
though I can’t help but wonder
if time’s just made me gentler

Is this the result of healed scars?
I ignore the reasons
for I’d rather keep in mind
that it’s best to forget why
I hated you
now that I’ve come this far.