i hate that
at the smallest
inconvenience of your presence
it reminds me that i wasn't enough.
i wasn't strong,
your actions leaving me
confused and heartbroken.
that our bond
was easily malleable,
and not worth a fight.
that my offerings
weren't enough
for the
inevitable
urge
you had
to fuck up
peace.
you proved me weak,
broken,
and beat.
now, not even my lover
can comprehend
how you make me feel.
i wish this reality wasn't real.
