Blue Pains
Your hands are violent
They hurt me
They hit me
They push me
They break my skin open
Your hands are violent.
And I still forgive them
For hurting me
For hitting me
For pushing me
For making me bleed.
Your touch is painful
It lures me
It takes advantage of me
And I let it
And I still forgive it
For manipulating me
For taking advantage of me.
Your emptiness is a storm
It is against me
It screams at me
It scares me
And yet, I still forgive it
For standing against me
For roaring at me
For frightening me.
Your words pierce a knife through me
Slow and steady, watching every
Single emotion drain out of my body
With every drop of blood
And so I sit here up in my
Own hell
Wondering if forgiving you
Was a way to forgive the pain
That you and many others like you
Contributed.
You promised
And you broke it
And i
Forgave you
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