It had been a year without the boy who hurt me- the boy that only wanted to use my body.
It was a great year.
I only thought about him a handful of times.
The day finally came and passed, and it felt great.
That toxic person was gone.
But five days later he showed up again.
Telling me that he knows what he did was wrong and that the only thing he wanted, at that time, was to love me.
He admitted that he messed up.
But then again he is still the boy from a year ago, so why should I let him hurt me again?
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Poems.
PoetryI'm not the best writer, but I like to write an awful lot. Just a couple of poems that I wrote, nothing special.
