I remember you telling me, in the beginning, you were a monster.
And I reinsured you, you weren't one.
But after everything you did to me.
I understand now why you called yourself a monster.
But in reality you just bring the monsters out.
I had my demons and monsters under control.
But you let them out and gave them the power to destroy me.
I won't call you a monster.
But I will say you have the power of one.
For it was so easy for you to feed mine.
And tell them exactly how to destroy me.
And they almost did.
I honestly don't think you realize how many time I gave into them.
Because they said it's what you wanted.
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Poetry To Help Heal
PoetryThis isn't like my other poetry booklets, it's not twisted, horror, morbid or dark. It will most likely be depressing, but I've gone through a lot in the last several months, and writing is the only way I can deal and cope with it all. My poetry hel...
