I thought I was done
But I remember.
Your hand
And his spine
Almost made contact.
I remember why I hate you.
I thought I was done
But no.
Writing it down only resurfaces what happened.
You never hit me.
You never would.
But it's them you hurt
And for that you are done.
No longer mine
No longer theirs.
I remember why I hate you.
I thought I was done
But I remember.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
I thought I was done
But I remember.
Your hand
And his spine
Almost made contact.
I remember why I hate you.
I thought I was done
But no.
Writing it down only resurfaces what happened.
You never hit me.
You never would.
But it's them you hurt
And for that you are done.
No longer mine
No longer theirs.
I remember why I hate you.
I thought I was done
But I remember.