You'd hit me... as if I were just another one of the boys, only I wasn't. I was Rachel. The girl who was childlishly in love with you since age eight. Rachel whom followed you around like a lovesick puppy despite your cruel 'jokes' about my weight or my size in general. There wasn't a thing that was left to escape your judgeful eye and I took every word you said to heart because my delusional childlike mind wished and hoped and dreamed that one day I'd be the girl you were chasing after. And as we got older and the years went by, more and more girls caught your eye yet I never was one. Though in between your cat calls, you did give me the time of day but only because you wished to use my body as if I were some unvaluable toy, made purely for your enjoyment. My young heart was shattered and I strayed away from you for a full year. Only when we started talking again, our first year of highschool did I realize what torture you'd put me through and I called it love. I called it friendship. The physical bruises have long faded but the everlasting verbal attacks still ring in my head and damage my self confidence from time to time. But we're okay now. I'm no longer feigning for your attention and realize how toxic you were and still are. Turns out you're the childish one.. not me. I've found someone who adores me for my body despite you saying that'd never happen. A part of me misses you being my bestfriend.. but the other part of me is glad we're no longer as close as we once were. Just distant acquaintances with more memories to count.
From, the girl whom is no longer your toy.
