You never physically put your hands on me to hurt me. But the way you brutally tore my heart apart with your words and the way you squeezed out the last breath of my weak heart out with your actions is the equivalent of you beating me and leaving my bones aching and frail. I love the person I should hate and it's not hard because I still hold on to the promises that you forgot about. I'm slowly healing and looking for my worth but as I dig deep into my freezing cold, black heart all I find is you.
