i thought i could love you,
as all the movies and shows depict.
but what i didn't know,
is you weren't like those characters.
a strange will to hurt people was inside you,
although you hid it well.
but one day,
or perhaps over the course of weeks,
i found myself staring at you,
but you were a stranger.
i no longer cared,
i no longer wanted you,
you were hateful,
you were abusive.
you would force me to do things,
force me to feel bad,
force me to think i was the problem,
and force me to feel disassociated.
the past you i thought of knowing,
merged with the real you i despised.
you were manipulative,
in a charming way.
you killed the flowers,
that once grew in my mind.
you stomped on me,
hurt me,
bruised me,
yet i didn't have the heart to hurt you.
s.d.
