He said this to me.
It’s your fault I went back to smoking.
He did not say this to me once.
Accused a 12 year old girl,
Who still thought it was wrong she bled,
I made him hurt himself,
I believed.
He must have been so desperate to control,
I must have started to see him.
Some Bad Plankton
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Some Bad Plankton 
This poem reminds me of how when we forgive those who’ve hurt us, we take away their power over us. It doesn’t mean we condone their act, or have to like them or even ever be near them. The consequences of their act are their own. We’ve just moved on.
Very interesting work, I think I like it