
What can I say?
I loved you anyway,
even after I lay
naked in your arms,
outlining my scars,
and you sliced open
the wounds again
anyway.
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I am a human.
How could you do that?
I am a human.
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I said, "This, right here,
this is where it hurts."
And you took your knife
and you took your turn,
gave it a twist.
Blamed me for it.
I should have seen it.
I deserved it.
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But I didn't,
did I?
I didn't deserve this.
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That was evil,
very selfish
what you did.
In the face of
grief
and death,
you satisfied
your flesh
and fled.
You have no respect.
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I have no choice
when it comes to
forgiveness;
He commands it.
You don't deserve it,
but I do,
so I can be free of this.
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How dare you give me
so much to forgive.
I have work to repeat
every day
for as long as I live.
You took advantage.
Predator. Savage.
I am a human.
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God bless you
with wisdom.
Amen.
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About the Creator
Sara Wynn
"No one knows where the edge of the knife is,
and no one knows what intelligent life is."
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