Why Poem by Jamal Brown

Was is not enough for you to place your
hands on me?
Rather, you have to make me go and feel worthless
because of your insecurities.
Now, you sit here, in my face and ask
'What is it that I have done to make you feel worthless? '
When you very well know exactly what it was.
You sit there, with that crooked little grin on your face
like everythingthing is all gung ho when you know it's not.
You very well know:
1. I trusted you, and you lied to me.
2. I needed you, and you weren't there for me.
3. I loved you. and you hated me.
4. I got up the courage to say ' I'm sorry', and you coward out with
'I've always known'.
You appoligize now, knowing that words can never fill this empty black
hole that once was my heart.
And yet, I still forgive you.
Because I know that your insecurities, and your imperfections,
and not to forget your blissful ignorence,
have become greater than you.