The Forgiver

I was that girl

The one that always forgave you. I never questioned it. It made sense. I loved you. You fucked up. I forgave you. You promised it would never happen again. You fucked up. Again. I forgave. Again. You promised. Again. It was an ongoing cycle I deemed to be love. Until I came to my senses. It wasn't love. You call that abuse. Then, you fucked up. Again. I didn't forgive. You cried,  telling me it was a mistake; it was really the last time. But I was already gone. A little too far out of reach. Now you tell people you broke me. That's the thing though. You are not that powerful. I still forgive over and over again. Just not you. So don't be mistaken. I am still the girl that forgives people a hundred times. You just weren't worth my hundredth and one.