you tell me
that i hurt you
and i tell you
that i know.
i know i had
a part in this.
we weren't
a one-way street.
but i also know that
i am sitting here,
writing this poem,
and dozens of others,
and you are not even
thinking about me.
i know that
i am sitting here,
barely stitched back together,
and you have hardly given
the scars you left a second thought.
i know that
i am sitting here,
still hurting,
and you are doing
just
fine.
-c.h.
YOU ARE READING
how the words come
Poetry"this is the poetry that has come from finally realizing it is okay to be okay but also not okay at the same time." ~ 'how the words come' tells the story of overcoming the aftermath of an emotionally abusive relationship. the book is separated into...
