I'm trying to learn how to forgive you. Even though I'm angry and hurt, I'm trying. You exploited my vulnerability, my weakness. Even after I trusted you, which I never do. I've never trusted anyone as much as I trusted you. I let down my shield, you saw the real me. You told me that you loved me anyway. Liar.
It hurts. For the sake of others at echo- I'm trying to figure out how to forgive you. It's not that you deserve it, it's not that you've given me a reason to do it, you don't and you haven't. It's only through forgiveness and acceptance do I find closure. How the hell do I do that with what you did? When you're not even sorry?
I wish I knew.
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Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
