Writing a poem about a man

Why do I continue
To look back on the past
And write poems about this man
I should make this one the last

I can't help but write these poems
About a man who hurt me so
About a man who didn't care at all
About a man who wouldn't let me grow

I write to let out my feelings
Of a man who done us wrong
A man who used sex only for his pleasure
And yet I let him to it for so long

I couldn't defend myself
I couldn't put up a fight
with a man who would of never
Let me see the light

As I sit in my room
Writing yet another one
About a man who done us wrong
Ever since my life begun