You Don't

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by MK_Weber

by MK_Weber

You don't get to tell me what I do with the hurt you gave me.

You can't sit there and tell me what doesn't get to hurt.

That your words don't cut.

That my tears don't exist.

That my hurt doesn't matter.

You don't get to choose what I do with the hurt you gave me.

You don't like the lines on my legs?

The puffy red eyes?

My unwashed skin?

You can't make my hide the hurt anymore.

They way I handle this doesn't get to be dictated by you!

How I hurt is not your choice!

You can't tell me not to cry, not to mourn what's been taken from me.

All of the choices.

Opportunities.

Hopes and dreams crushed under your boots.

You can hurt me all you want to, but you cannot determine what I do with it.

You can't make me keep coming back.

You can't make me love you.

A little girl forced to hug the man that had screamed at her for spilling her Kool-ade.

You can't keep me here anymore.