i lied.
it's stronger now
so much stronger that i'm beginning to lose sight of who i am
and now all i know is him
who i was with him
even though that is long gone.
i hate it,
this oppressive way that my brain works–
i'm caught in a web of disbelief:
that i'm not good enough
that i'm ugly
that i'm worthless
and no matter what anyone says
nothing will fix it.
YOU ARE READING
her.
Romantikawhen i say her, i think of me after him. how broken i was in the aftermath.
