it’s going like this.

i forget why i left. im not allowed to remember
im not allowed to remember any of crushing guilt
and im not allowed to know the rest ( of what i’ve forgotten. )

whatever. I have scraps to tide me over-
like how i hope you never forgive me
and how when —
god, it was such a satisfying hurt.
i was so proud of you for it.

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