A CUP OF SCORPIO VENOM

broken ribcage

broken ribcage

i can't describe why i stayed when i knew i needed to blow away like a tornado does when its lost.

all i know is my heart put a mask over your cruel words and made them seem like a reasonable jab.

my friends saw the way you put the chains around my throat, and all i saw was you putting chains of love around my body.

i wasted so much of my spirit on someone who vacuumed it up and poured it out without hesitation.

nothing i did was ever enough, and yet i still tried climbing mountains to be enough; only problem is i was enough, and you were not enough.

you pushed your insecurities onto my brain as if to help yourself feel better. you knew i would find someone who was worthy of my love, one who would treat me like a diamond ring and not like a dog on a leash.

i thought your screams were screams of caring, it wasn't until i was out when i saw they were screams of control.

you saw the determination in my eyes and wanted to dry it out. unfortunately, i however let you.

like a prisoner locked in a small room, i lost myself while you smiled so beautifully because you were growing seeing someone more than your inner soul.

creating a war between myself and love, i little knew that it wasn't love but mental abuse, but yet i covered it with a blanket and tucked myself in.

laying next to you, i would close my eyes and cry, and when i awoke, i would snuggle so close to you because i thought one day you'd change, and i thought love was supposed to hurt.

now i'm free from your cage, and baby, this bird wasn't meant for cages; it was meant for far more.

thank you for giving me wings.

— e. gould