photo Juan Pablo Tavera
Your words were cold and calculated.
With meticulous precision you peirced them into me,
one at a time, showing no mercy
leaving behind fridgid splinters of your brokeness, not mine.
I was vulnerable, unprepared, not properly dressed
and had no protection.
You took advantage of me,
of our relationship
of my charity
but never again will you do so.
— J.
#self-reflection
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