mirror reflection.

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ok but you had me. you had my thoughts, my love, happimess and every twentyfour hours God gave me. Any kind words I could conjure in my stormy head were in regards to building you up. I built and I built untill I had constructed a fortress around you to protect you, I built untill I ran out of things to build with.

But it wasn't enough, my seven feet wall of heartfelt words, late nights, and endless supply of love still wasn't enough for you--my wall could protect you against your ruthless family, and mean strangers but not against yourself-no matter how hard I tried.

I gave and gave, love previously reserved for myself I shoved at you. In return you reminded me of what I hated about myself.

Hours dedicated to my study, were given to making you feel important.
I no longer care about x's and y's, only why you don't love me anymore.

I now understand, did I say understand? I meant to say my mind is feebly grasping the fact that I was nothing but a scratchpost for your emotions, you hated yourself but I was nieve and believed you could possibly love me. You took advantage of the fact that your eyes made my knees shake and your smile hypnotized me. You took advantage of the fact that you could cut me and I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt.

You made me just like you.

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