by Jessica Hopkins04 Apr 2020
i thought i’d let it go - this anger
but sometimes it comes back. Like a dark figure at the edge of a room, just nearly out of sight.
sometimes i notice him
and i feel it all again. The hurt he caused me
the time i wasted, the worth i threw away.
the words and the looks and the laugh after you’ve said it
as if it’s funny
as if it’s okay, to tear me down with a light chuckle and a careless comment.
as if it doesn’t matter, that you define my worth.
i never blamed you. there’s nothing to be gained in being a victim.
i blamed myself, i still do.
For not being perfect in your eyes