I stopped believing in forgiveness after my friend
tasted the word slut like sour milk on the sandpaper of her tongue.
I stopped believing in forgiveness after her body was ripped open.
I stopped believing in forgiveness when I sat in a room full of women
and when the…
I wonder if anybody’s actually had feelings for me, like actually got upset or mad over little things I did and got jealous and confused over me and thought about me on a regular basis. I feel like I’m the only person that ever really cares about anyone and that nobody’s ever felt that way for me.