The Last Time. 

Because emotional abuse can be just as destructive as other types of abuse and this was the last time…

“i don’t remember the first time we spoke,
but i remember the last;

words dripping from your mouth like
a poison you believed i would drink.
and i would have once
believed it too,
i was familiar with the taste by then.

this time was different,
this was the last time.

when your words became laced
in all of the pains i’d ever shared.
you stirred them up and
spat them back into my face,
thinking they would make me bow
into submission.

but i did not.
this was the last time…”

Read the full poem here:
http://www.elephantjournal.com/2016/05/the-last-time-poem/

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