You had always alluded to leaving me
But I was forever stuck in the present
Not worrying myself over a future
Where you may or may not be present
Because to me you were a constant
I never expected to leave my side
Just as I never intended to leave yours,
That was my first mistake.
The second mistake was taking you back
Every time you ripped me apart like a piece of meat
You constantly hunted down
Only to play with me once more
Like I was just a game
You wondered how many times you could win,
Eventually I begged you for clemency
Which you never gave
So I finally pulled what was left of myself together
As much as I could given my damaged state
And I walked away
Not once looking back
Out of fear of entertaining you one more time.
Once out of your clutches I realized
I was not some mutilated hunk of meat
Struggling to carry on and
Believing myself to be horribly flawed by design
But a flower deprived of an enriching environment
To blossom and thrive in.
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She Felt Like Home
PoesíaOriginal Poetry Collection: We don't get to choose who we love, or when we stop loving those who don't treat our hearts quite right. And sometimes, we don't get to change the fact that even if they weren't the one they still felt like home. And it's...
