Ruined
You ruined me in ways I will never be able to stop doubting myself. Every passing second I feel more and more paranoid. There are parts of me that I'm sure will never heal. You gave me trust issues, introduced me to having insecurities, taught me how to be helpless. This is what you have made out of me, this is what you have built and created but you choose to abandon me like a painting left unfinished. You've left your trace on me and I reek off of you. Perhaps another version of you? Even so I'm disappointed. Not in you but myself because the love I had for you ruined me to the point I was willing to let you walk all over me and that is not okay.
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Underneath My Skin | Poetry
Poetrya few poetries I've scrawled underneath my skin -» all rights reserved to the author
