I can't believe you touched me that way, i can't believe you didn't stop touching me that way when i tried to remove you from me, i can't believe you almost forced yourself on me, i can't believe you took advantage of my comfort in our friendship, i can't believe you disrespected me like that, i can't believe you're only apologising to me so i don't tell on you, i can't believe you.
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But maybe i can, maybe i can believe that you acted how you acted, i believe it because i lived it, you did it to me, so i believe it, because i'm the one dealing with the after effects, i'm the one reeling from the pain you caused and the position you put me in, i'm the one who's thoughts are broken.
From that very day, the 18th of this month, my trauma found a name, and it was yours.
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Until she was happy
PoetryHappiness is a privilege and i talk deep so this whole book is a possible trigger warning. Don't look at this as a way to find peace in your darkness, this doesn't offer that, look unto this as a way to hurt with someone else, and find peace in the...
