she asked me

she asked me

what you did

the first the second and now her

they ask.

I cut you out  and I feel safer that way,

you controlled me at such a young age,

you scared me, with you tempered rage.

it took so long to feel again,

you will never change.

do I tell her? when they ask me?

that you harmed me,

do I tell her?

would she care?

she asked me your history,

full of dusty holes and misery,

a child you lost,

her safety.

from your foul mouth and hurting,

couldn’t you just have cared for me?

Then this place we wouldn’t be.

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