is anyone there?
i cry, i pleade, i scream, i yell.
is anyone listening?
my reflection stares back at me, disappointed laced with in it's eyes.
do you know how much you sting?
it was as if i was a giant, human sized paper cut.
and you were hand sanitizer.
you sting me.
it's like you have a stinger laced into your words,
each stinging me
over
and over
and over
and overoveroverover again.
it's okay, you forgive me right?
my heart deflates. my lungs still. my eyes water.
why the fuck
after all these stings,
do you still fucking believe i love you?
forgive you?
because i don't.
i never will.
i still have all the scars from your words. i still have all the scars from your hands.
they are visible to everyone, making me vulnerable,
to you.
i wish i could take it all back, you know.
from the letters
the words
the laughs
the time
the care
the love
to the everything.
i wish i could take back the way you looked into my eyes, the way it made me feel.
i wish i could take back the pain you stung into my heart.
but i can't.
i fucking wish i could.
