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Twitter Ask Me Archive

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You’re not sorry for hurting me.
You’re not sorry for abusing me,
mentally and emotionally.
You’re not sorry for all the things you’ve done.

You say sorry and I forgive you,
but I still remember.
I still remember all the things you’ve done.
The bullshit,
the betrayal,
the anger,
and just everything in between.

From good to bad,
you never once held on to me
or realized the damages you’ve done.
You took me for granted.
And you said you’re sorry.

You didn’t take me for granted only once,
but rather more than thrice.
And I find myself pathetic
for allowing you to do this to me.

To abuse me,
mentally and emotionally.
To let you in
and only destroy my bridges once more.
To allow you to
take advantages of my
affections and
kindness for you
especially because you were lonely.

If you’re sorry,
you wouldn’t have taken me for granted.
If you’re sorry,
you wouldn’t make me give you
chances and chances again.
Because foolish and naive I was,
I kept giving it to you.
And now,
I’ve learned that
you’re not worth it.

You’re not worth waiting for
because how can I let someone destroy me?
I was naive and perhaps,
I still am now.

In the end,
I still forgave you.
Why?
Because it makes my heart more at ease.

You were one of the few exceptions
and I let you shatter me, whole.
And never will I ever allow
someone to do this to me again.
Because my walls have become indestructible.