How dare you

This poem was written after a recent break up and in which I lost my sobriety and allot of things that I was pressured into.

How dare you raise a fist to me, and grab me by my hair.

how dare you find it alright to scream at me and shout all those nasty words.

You called me a b***h, but even worse you called me yours. 

I will NEVER be yours. 

I never was.

You held my body against yours and made me trust you.

I was open and vulnerable, and you broke down walls that were not meant for you to break through.

You hurt me.

How dare you.

How dare you think that its OK to treat me the way you did.

How dare you think that it was all my fault.

How dare you find blame me for everything we did.

I hate you now, because of everything you took from me.

Your damn lies, your tricks and your games. 

How dare you say you love me.

How dare you say you care.

How dare you take my feelings throw them away and watch them burn.

How dare you.

You disrespected me, over and over and over again.

You took things that were not yours to take.

You knew it.

You pushed, and you pushed and you pried.

In the end all that it ended in was your tears. 

Your word against mine.

Yet, I'm not angry, though I may seem to be.

I am sad, and hurt for you.

I know that while I now thrive and change my life,

All you are left with is the damn silver spoon you have been fed with all your life.

Lets face it my dear, my heart of Gold is worth way more than that spoon that will tarnish and dent.

So how dare you think that for just one moment, I still would ever want you back.

How dare you.

Good luck on your sad, sad, sad journey through life. 

Author's Note

I for sure want to hear back from you guys, please ignore grammar errors.

Reviews

[Valkyrie Warrior]

Wow, beautiful, powerful and some how I found the bit about the sliver spoon really funny!! Thank you for this powerful poem!

[Rosegal95]

thanks so much! the silver spoon part I honestly have to give credit to my best friend for, haha! he always told my ex that we was fed with one his whole life.

[Valkyrie Warrior]

good o'l best friends aye, well still, a very well put together poem.