Poetry

Caring And Hurting

“I told myself that I didn’t care.
I didn’t care that you used me. But I do.”

I told myself that I didn’t care. I didn’t care that you used me, knowing full well that you tried to hurt me. Or tried to taint my name. Paint me as someone else. But I do care. I cared about you. I hoped you weren’t going to turn your back and show your true colors, because I refused to think that you would want to hurt me like that. But I was wrong. And you know something? I forgive you. I still care about you, but I will never take you for what I hoped you were again. I will never trust you again.

© Sarah Doughty

And to me, there is
never any going back.

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