This loathing is mine,
And mine alone.
You aren't allowed to hurt me
In the ways I hurt myself.
You aren't allowed to hurt me at all.
Only I am allowed to cut off my skin
Choke myself until my eyes drain,
And use my own two hands to bash my skull into brick walls.
You aren't capable of hurting me
The way I can.
The way I do.
And even if you could,
The anger that wells inside of me
As you make your pointless attempts to live up to my destruction
Is proof enough
That there exists a part of me
That somehow
Loves me.
It is also in this respect,
That you can't love me
In the way that I love myself either.
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A Collection of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of mostly free verse poems and short stories. Sometimes it is nice to simply clear your head. *Trigger warnings: descriptions of disturbing themes such as: body horror, death, interactions with the uncanny, topics in biology, and suici...
