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There Are No Maybes
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How do you sleep at night?
How do you forgive yourself?
How do you live with what you did to me?
Maybe you don't care.
Maybe you never thought of it as something to be forgiven for.
Maybe you have already forgotten it.
Do you think it's okay?
Do you blame it on me?
Do you think nothing of it?
Maybe you're just twisted.
Maybe you got the wrong impression of me.
Maybe your life is screwed up too.
How dare you approach me?
How dare you think you own me?
How dare you think you can do whatever you want to me?
Maybe you were drunk.
Maybe you're abusive.
Maybe you think it was consensual.
Maybe I can never look at a man the same way again because of you.
Maybe I'm completely screwed up now because of you.
Maybe I'll never forgive you.
How do you forgive yourself?
How do you live with what you did to me?
Maybe you don't care.
Maybe you never thought of it as something to be forgiven for.
Maybe you have already forgotten it.
Do you think it's okay?
Do you blame it on me?
Do you think nothing of it?
Maybe you're just twisted.
Maybe you got the wrong impression of me.
Maybe your life is screwed up too.
How dare you approach me?
How dare you think you own me?
How dare you think you can do whatever you want to me?
Maybe you were drunk.
Maybe you're abusive.
Maybe you think it was consensual.
Maybe I can never look at a man the same way again because of you.
Maybe I'm completely screwed up now because of you.
Maybe I'll never forgive you.
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This is something I've really needed to let out for a long time. It took me forever to get it on paper. I really just wrote this for myself because I needed to say it. Ineeded to believe that it wasn't my fault. I had a lot of trouble ending this poem because I didn't know how to get across the point that I can never forgive him for what he did to me. And one more thing, I know that not all men are evil and I don't believe that they are. I just have trouble trusting them and being around them but I'm really working hard to change that. It's just really hard and I feel terrible for unconsciously adopting an attitude of discrimination towards men and to all good men out there: I'm sorry. Thanks to all for reading this poem and this long long long comment and to all who who support me: Thank you for all your help. I really appreciate it. 
© 2010 - 2024 anashie
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This is amazing. I really understand what you mean about not trusting guys. People can do horrible things. This is an amazing poem.