Love is Impatient, Love is Unkind

Pieces

He took little pieces of me,
It wasn't noticeable at first,
but the more he took, the more I changed.
I wasn't me anymore,
I was a different version of myself.
A version that was altered
to adjust to his wants,
To his needs.
His design of the perfect girl.
The one who lied,
who jeopardized her friendships,
abandoned her personality, her interests.
To be what he wanted,
To be what he liked, what he loved.
Little tiny stupid pieces.
He didn't just take them.
I threw them at him, willingly gave them up.
Maybe even begged him to take them.
Just to feel loved.
Or at least what I thought was love.
-Gabsviolet
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