A broken girl with a broken mind,
Petulant and eccentric,
anxiety ridden by God's decree,
Makes the perfect playground for sinister people with malice in their heads and hearts.
Weak,
And easily influenced,
She was floundering.
An untouched block of wet clay,
Ready to be sculpted to your pleasing.
Pump her full of drugs.
Pump her full of lies.
Blur the sexual lines and watch her squirm, watch her want.
"We've got the same parts" takes new meaning,
Vaugely flirting to keep her confused.
Boyfriend after boyfriend after boyfriend to keep her spirit broken.
Change her hair, change her clothes, change her mind.
Wrap her around your finger with the bat of an eye,
Or the terror of possible suicide.
Break her more,
Tear her down and rebuild her how you want,
Whisper in her ear and fix everything to be the world against you both.
Sexuality drips from your tongue but when it drips from hers you rage against it,
Her attention belongs to you and only you,
The only person she's allowed to want is the person ruining her life.
She's talking to her other friends again,
They're worried about her mental health.
She has "never been better than with you",
Tell her over and over to convince her that it's actually the truth,
Twist her reality unrecognizable to you both,
Pull the wool even tighter over her eyes until the only thing she sees is you.
She's slipping,
Yell and scream and threaten your life,
She wants out,
Manipulate until the cows come home,
She's ready to leave,
Stop.
"Can't you see how much you need me?"
She's back.
Broken doors,
Broken promises,
Broken trust.
She's wary,
You're sick of pretending,
She's trying,
But you think she's more trouble than she's worth.
Collect new friends,
Ignore her texts.
She is your perfect puppet,
Moving the second you tug a string.
She's slipping again.
You won't lose your favorite voodoo doll like this.
More drugs,
More promises,
More lies.
She's gone.
She's back.
She's gone again.
Yet again she's back.
No more drugs,
Lies too intense,
Heart on her sleeve,
Disrespect on your tongue.
Her tears are your new currency.
To break a woman down to her soul is hard,
But it's something you've achieved in less than a year.
Her beating heart resting in your palm,
You squeezed.
You drained the life out of her,
Stole magic from her world,
Nearly extinguished her flame.
Because you couldn't have her, no one else could.
With one final blow you run for the hills,
Expecting her to follow like the good little lap dog you trained her to be.
But she's tired of chasing you.
People worth her time helped her heal,
Rebuilt her from the ground up just as she's supposed to be,
Replacing toxic thoughts with love unparalleled to any she's ever experienced before.
I am her,
And she is me,
And the best thing youve ever done,
Is set us free.
