The Story of You

A Poem by hildaarlette

This is a person that I hope no one ever has to come across.

The Story of You

Everyone tried to warn me.

I didn’t want to believe the rumors because I had a kind heart and saw the best in everyone.

I wish I could go back and stay away.

Who you really are is much worse than any rumor.

I should have left the first time I found another girl in your phone. I stayed thinking it was a complicated mistake.

Then you made me feel shameful for not being those white Instagram models who went to the gym 6 times a week.

You humiliated me because of where I came from and forgot how hard I fought to get to where I am.

You constantly disrespected me by being with other girls and then gaslighted me when I brought it up.

Oh let’s not forget how you said you would train me to not look at your phone.

You made me cry more times than my depression.

You said you were trying to toughen me by putting me down. “If I couldn’t handle you, how would I handle the real world?”

Was sexual assault part of it?

Or am I making that up with everything else.

I wish I could say I was lying. I wish I could say I am making up everything. At least then I would be able to forgive myself for staying so long.

I stayed after you called me out of my name. I stayed when you made fun of my dreams. I stayed after you left me in a gas station. I stayed even when you almost ran me off the road. I stayed after you forced your way into my car and drove me to Austin. I stayed when you said you would rape me. I stayed after you did. I stayed after you got my sister drunk and let her drive home.

You were worse than any rumor that could have been imagined.

But, according to you, I was just crazy.