A Little About You, Him, Who?

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You made me feel deceitful. You made me feel worthless. You made me feel like trash. You made me think so low of myself. Well I am not. You are cold, empty, and darkening towards me. I tried to love you. I did love you. I wanted a little in return. The only selfish action of mine. I would think about you every single day at every minute. I would brag about you. To everyone. My man, My guy, My baby. More like my Sandman. You were in my dreams every night. I would wake up with peace and clarity but now, I only wake feeling stabbed with a pitchfork and burned by flames. You said I lost who I was. I never found out who I was. Who are you to tell me who I was? I am not a perfect person and you sure are definitely not. I talked about my girls I coached. Not an interest of yours was sparked. I talked about my past. You bypassed me and changed topics like it wasn't a real thing I talked about my achievements and you said cool. Wow, I would cry with tears of joy thinking you were finally going to be proud of me. You weren't. Though that night you would be proud of how sexy I am. I hurt but only reassured myself you were just the medicine I needed. Talking to you made me happy but only when you were happy. When you were disappointed, I felt disappointed. When you stressed, I stressed. I wanted to be available to you as much as I could. I didn't have someone like that for me so why not give someone something I so desperately desired. You hurt me though. You called me names. You called me a hoe. You called me a slut. You called me gross. You called me disgusting. You called me trash. You called me a bitch. If you ever find a woman so free-spirited around you again, hold on to her because you crush every woman's dreams of feeling good enough. You are the reason women feel insecure. You are ungrateful. You always took me for disadvantage. There were days that were mind-blowing and heart filling being around you. Unfortunately, that was, in the beginning. You pull me into your game. For years, I have been faithful to you. We weren't even together. "Someday you will be mine". That someday seemed like forever. Today, it seems like hell. I was always independent and outgoing yet occasionally a little shy. Now, Who am I? When I was once so close to finding out who I was you had to break me down. Every day you broke me. My pillow heard the most of it/ Since of course, you weren't there to hear me out. I poured my heart out to you. I gave myself to you. My secrets, my fears, and my history. I even shared some dreams. I thought I saw a future but what I really saw was a fantasy. I wanted to meet your friends. You never wanted to know mine. I shut people out for you.