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.