You wrote her a letter?
10 lines and she’s supposed to forget?
A backhanded apology, bullshit excuses.
Sure. She’ll forgive you. Is that what you want?
Did you earn that forgiveness? Admit you were wrong?
Oh, right. You wrote her a letter.
10 years of disdain, a mutual hatred… one sided pain.
You called her a bitch and a cunt when she could barely spell her own name.
Blows to the jaw, humiliating names.
Hours of punches while you laughed at her tears.
A child she was, ears filled with your jeers.
Where was the help?
The lies that you told. “Oh, she’s screaming for nothing. Don’t believe her lies.”
Seconds before her face was a slide…
For you to practice your aim and then dare her to cry.
She shivered in fear every single day when that clock hit 4
and even now as an adult, she can’t stand keys in the door.
Forever told she wasn’t good enough.
“You? You’ll never be shit. Now clean this mess up you dumb little bitch.”
There was no savior, there was no one to call.
Never a tender “I love you” or even a gentle touch.
All she felt from your hands was too much…
Too much pain, too many days locked away in this twisted ass game.
‘Cause that’s what it was for you,
a game you knew you could win.
You’re weak, you’re lame… nobody respects your name.
So you want her forgiveness? “Please reply to my email.”
What do you want her to say?
The truth you’ll never admit to.
You claim to hate a liar, but you’re selling the biggest stories.
Times running out, no ones buying your bullshit.
No more little kiddies left to hurt, no one left to manipulate.
All these years later, pain still creases her face.
Memories haunt her on a day to day base,
those years she’ll never get back.
Never know that true peace is like, how it feels to relax.
But you know what?
You can’t control her now; the time for that is long past.
The next time you’ll see her, you’ll be under the grass.
Until next time, keep smiling.
I remember the exact day I wrote this poem. I was never big into poetry…