To: You


I feel unwanted. betrayed. used. unloved.

How dare you.
I am not tissue you spit into and throw away.
I am not the dirt on the bottom of your shoe you step on.

I am a person.
I am a mommy soon to be a wife.

I am intelligent.
I am a beautiful woman
and you should be ashamed at yourself
for the things you've done.

The things you've said.

I will live my life
each day thinking of you less and less.

You will have to continue life with the things you've done.
Can you?

No more will I be used.
Shame on me for letting it happen
and shame on you for doing it.

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