I have no more room in my heart to think about your intentions,
nor do I have any space left in my soul to hear you say sorry.
I'll take your head in my own two hands and rip it off your body,
feed your flesh to the birds and have no remorse for what I've done.
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Author:
The Indignant Poetess (
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- Comment from author about the poem: When I no longer have it left in me to keep forgiving someone who has been unfair to me.
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This poem speaks with rage and indignation. No one should allow someone to take advantage of them knowingly and to have it done repeatedly seems not a problem with forgiveness but trust. A magnificent pairing of the first two lines calm to the next two lines of violence. It is as though there was an explosion. Well written with passion
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