Don't you get it? You cut my soul more times than you ever kissed it, and broke my spirit more times than you ever lifted it. You took more good from me than you ever have back to me, and you stood there and watched me bawl my eyes out more than you ever comforted me. You watered my insecurities with pleasure, helping them grow stronger, and shushed my voice and and my expressions so that I could remain, in your eyes, smaller than you. You used my weaknesses against me, threw my past back in my face and I stayed. Time after time I stayed, and that - me staying - boosted your ego.
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things i would never say to you
PoetryThis book is all poetry that I relate to, maybe you can relate to some of it too. Most poems are mine but some aren't. These poems aren't all about one person.
