Tears are your hearts way of telling you it's time to move on. so I should've let go along time ago right? wrong. my tears aren't a message of empowerment. they don't tell me to let go and love someone else, no, they tell me that I'm stupid for staying. they whisper things as they fold over my eyes and cascade down my cheeks. they let me know I'm still human even though the things you've done to me make me think otherwise. I feel like a robot, going through the same routine everyday. I'm not your punching bag, nor am I your door mat. You can't wipe your disgusting feet on me, then toss me away once you get tired of looking at me. I'm not your dog, don't try to put me on a leash or I will rip out your tongue along with the word you so selfishly never choked out. How was I to know that when the words I love you escaped my lips my life would become a prison and you would so willingly become my prison guard. And yet at the end of the day when I'm suffocating in my own sadness, I can't help but to feel that you are still my hero. That tomorrow will be different, that you will change. That maybe, just maybe if I mend your ripped cape you will once again sweep me off my feet and fly away with me in your arms. That when you come home to me, you will be the same person you were that morning. I want to leave, but I know I can't. You're my superman and I will always be your victim. No matter how much I hate myself for it, I will always try to change you back from a villain to a hero. The hero I know, the one I see, the man I fell in love with.
