"Oh, I'm so sorry that happened to you"
You didn't have to stand there.
You didn't have to lie in bed like I did.
It wasn't your hand grasped around the rolling pin,
wasn't your heart beating out its chest.
You never felt his liquor-stained breath,
you never learned how to shut down like that.
"It's okay, it wasn't your fault"
Mar 6, 2021
Mar 6, 2021 at 10:10 PM UTC
"Oh, I'm so sorry that happened to you"
You didn't have to stand there.
You didn't have to lie in bed like I did.
It wasn't your hand grasped around the rolling pin,
wasn't your heart beating out its chest.
You never felt his liquor-stained breath,
you never learned how to shut down like that.
"It's okay, it wasn't your fault"
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