You cannot simply tell me how to feel.
As if you are the dictator of my emotional state.
You cannot force me not to hate you.
As if I could simply forget what you’ve done.
You cannot simply ignore the pain I feel.
As if my heartache no longer concerns you.
You cannot pretend that the pain isn’t there.
As if you could ever look at me and not see it.
You cannot simply escape your own guilt.
As if I should be the one consoling you.
You cannot make me stay in love with you.
As if you had ever honored the vows we took.
You cannot simply will me to be okay.
As if you had never hurt me in the first place.