Only for Myself

How Do I

What bothers me is that
I don't remember
what happened.
But I know the aftermath.
You think I am some
goddess.
But I am only
a plain woman.
I love your children,
I do.
But I can never
love you.
So how do I tell you
that you're suffocating me?
You were suffocating me
as you held me
down then.
And I have forgiven you.
But now I am smothered by your
obsession.