for a long time

for a long time i was angry with you

for a long time i was hurt

and maybe i still am, 

just a little angry, hurt.

everytime i think about the things you said to me

everytime i think about how you said you loved me

everytime i think about you

it feels like i’m drowning in a fit of rage 

that maybe you don’t deserve.

but maybe you do.

which one of us was the monster 

in this love turned nightmare?

Published by Robin

Poetry author from Pennsylvania

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