A Poem to Someone Who Doesn’t Deserve It
I used to think you
were a witch, a bitch, all sorts of names
that would scratch that itch, not willing
to forgive for the things you said
and did to me; you don’t deserve
my time, or the things that I write,
but I can’t get you off
my mind; you’re stuck, like a scratched
record and I can’t get you
out, hearing your voice no matter what
I move toward, to move away from you;
as if we were still in school your snide remarks
still echoing through, day to day,
as if to say I can never escape
no matter how far I run.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be
like to forgive you. Could I be through
with you? It would be for the best
to put you to rest and move on,
and forget. I can’t forget what you said,
the words themselves
are gone, but for as long as I live, I’ll remember
what they did to me. You don’t deserve
these words as much as I don’t
deserve to remember you,
didn’t deserve to be put through
any of it. But it’s done
now, so please
could you just let me forget?
Photo courtesy of Lyn-C
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