You really fucked me up.
Even eighteen months later.
I hate who you made me:
This girl with edges so sharp
She cuts herself routinely.
A girl with shards for arms
That stab everyone she loves.
I hate who I am because of you.
This girl so afraid of getting hurt again
That she suddenly doesn't know how to let people in.
This girl so angry that she hates herself
For thinking of you again and again and again.
I hate what I've become in your absence.
A girl with unreconciled damage
And scrawls that solve nothing.
I hate that you could be happy.
I hate that I hope I haunt your memories,
Your dreams,
Your favorite places.
I hate that you took my glass heart
And returned it in stone.
I hate how much I miss that glass heart.
The one with smooth glossy rounded corners
That didn't know how fragile it was
Until it lay shattered on the ground
From where you dropped it
And walked away.
I hate that my mind rewrites our story
With you as the villain
Because it makes the end of us so much easier.
I hate that you weren't the villain,
Not really.
But I can never think of you any other way.
I hate that I want you to be the villain
Because then it wasn't my fault,
It wasn't because I failed,
It wasn't because I'm not good enough,
It wasn't because I fucked up.
If I can make you the villain,
Then I don't have to fix myself.
If I can prove that it was you all along,
Then I don't have to admit that I'm not perfect.
If you were the villain,
Then I was only the girl who fell for the wrong boy.
If you're the villain then I never have to admit
That I've become one, too.
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Castles in the Sky
PoetryThis poetry and short prose collection is for the shadow girls: the girls who feel like a husk of their former selves; who dream of better days and brighter skies; who wonder if their shadows will ever truly fade with time. Content Warnings: Anxiety...