the man who took you

You cannot love the man who took you.

You can smile at his Facebook posts

and his funny shirts.

You can remember funny jokes you made.

You can try to forgive him,

try to make up excuses,

try to tell yourself you’re overreacting.

But monsters creep out at nighttime,

and you were unconscious.

And he took you.

So you smile, and then remember.

You try to forget,

try to remember how he treated you before,

but nausea ensues despite your best efforts.

You cannot love the man who took you.

But you can try your damned best to love yourself.

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