Love letter to myself

I don't believe I do but I forgive you little girl. I forgive you silly girl, sweet breath. I forgive you for all the fear that overcame you. Did everything betray you? Did the rain you loved so much made your pretty jewelries rust? I forgive you soft spoken girl, fooling no one. I see you, tender even on your worst, hardest days. I forgive you, waiting for him to text back, I forgive you, forgiving those who don't deserve it, I forgive you for saying "I am so fucking done with love. I'd rather die alone" you know you don't mean that right? Your mouth your hands your body was specifically made for only loving. Sometimes the things we love kills us but are we really dying? I forgive you for something that eventually ends, fading, mortal, little human. I wouldn't want to live in a world where you don't exist. 

And we're you good to yourself?