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“I’m not proud of that moment”
You were my safe space.
You were my friend...
With you, I finally felt like I can be me.
You encouraged me.
You helped me see that I am capable of
so much more than what I felt that night.
How do I trust again?
Will I ever be able to sleep soundly around people? Will I ever not feel forced?
You broke my trust!
You broke me.
So, congratulations I guess, I finally know what you feel like too.
But the thing that hurt me most,
I said no and you disrespected me...
yet I was the one that said sorry.
I was the one that distant myself!
I might be blind,
but you can keep your fucking eye...
You were my friend...
With you, I finally felt like I can be me.
You encouraged me.
You helped me see that I am capable of
so much more than what I felt that night.
How do I trust again?
Will I ever be able to sleep soundly around people? Will I ever not feel forced?
You broke my trust!
You broke me.
So, congratulations I guess, I finally know what you feel like too.
But the thing that hurt me most,
I said no and you disrespected me...
yet I was the one that said sorry.
I was the one that distant myself!
I might be blind,
but you can keep your fucking eye...
Published 5th Jan 2020
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5th Jan 2020 11:56pm
Dear P,
Your poem is raw and intense. As I read it this part grabbed my attention “I said no and you disrespected me...
yet I was the one that said sorry” having done this very thing for something I didn’t perpetrate I can relate to feeling not so proud in that moment. Trust and betrayal are fragile and profound things to break and mend (if it’s even possible to mend). I am hoping you are physically okay if I understand the backstory you are writing about. My best to you in moving forward and regaining yourself. H🌷
Your poem is raw and intense. As I read it this part grabbed my attention “I said no and you disrespected me...
yet I was the one that said sorry” having done this very thing for something I didn’t perpetrate I can relate to feeling not so proud in that moment. Trust and betrayal are fragile and profound things to break and mend (if it’s even possible to mend). I am hoping you are physically okay if I understand the backstory you are writing about. My best to you in moving forward and regaining yourself. H🌷
10th Jan 2020 3:51am
Dear H
Your comment means a lot to me. This poem was personally very hard for me to post. I wasn’t sure what reaction I would get. I wrote this poem a few weeks ago and was really contemplating about rather just burning it in fire than posting it but because of people like you, I can say that I am proud of myself for sharing it and I feel like I’m one step closer to almost starting to heal. Thank you for your feedback to my poetry.
Your comment means a lot to me. This poem was personally very hard for me to post. I wasn’t sure what reaction I would get. I wrote this poem a few weeks ago and was really contemplating about rather just burning it in fire than posting it but because of people like you, I can say that I am proud of myself for sharing it and I feel like I’m one step closer to almost starting to heal. Thank you for your feedback to my poetry.
