“It’s okay. I forgive you.”
It’s a soft, half-blurred version of truth,
I say what I have to.
And you don’t seem to mind, because we continue to slide by.
You know? You’re right, I’m the only one who did anything wrong.
It’s always my fault.
I’m the only one to blame.
You graciously forgive me again.
I thank you for your understanding, and I turn my cheek to await your strike,
For which I know you’ll never apologize,
But I will, because that’s what it takes to get by.
PLEASE NOTE that this is no way meant to be a glorification of abuse or violence. This is a personal, but semi-fictional account of a mentally abusive friendship. Please, if you’re in an abusive relationship, whether it be a friendship or a domestic situation, please seek counsel. You don’t have to live like that, no matter what anybody else has told you, or what you may have told yourself. You are worthy of getting out of that situation. You are worthy of help.
A Rambler In Bloom 