I like to think that you're a good person
I like to think that what you did was because you were in over your head, because you had 'too much'
I like to think that you’re sorry  
I like to think that everyone hates you for what you did.
I like to think that I'm strong enough to approach you
ask you why
why you did what you did to me
Did it make you feel like you were worth something?
Did it make you feel powerful?
I wish I didn't have to be proud of myself if I walk past you without holding my breathe
I wish that my heart didn’t drop everyone time someone talks about you.
I wish that the thought of you doesn't disgust me
I wish that I wasn't forgiving.
I like to think that you're a good person
But what you did
Reflects differently.