They Don't Know What They Are Doing

Out of the cornere of my eye I see them.

The similarities are antagonizing as all breath leaves my lungs.

My face white as the ghoust that I am haunted by. 

The couple looks just like my abusers. 

I'm taken back to all the words

the pain

the nightmare of harsh words and no thought for my feelings. 

I feel like I'm fourteen all over again, walking through walmart 

scared that it could be them. 

"How could they find out where I work?" 

I blink again and I realize that it is not them. 

He's too short and Her hair is too long. 

It's not them. 

Air rushes back into my lungs. 

It's not them. 

But still i must daily forgive them.

Becuase they could not understand what they were doing.

Or what they are still doing.

Or how cruel their love is. 

But I must forgive them to get it off my shoulders. 

So that I can finally breathe.