Just like that
And just like that
the rage inside me bleed out
I shook with anger
I wanted him to hurt
I was with him to feel safe
to feel secure
to be okay
And sure
he was nice
he did what I needed
but yet
Just like that he destroyed it all
What gives you the right to look through my things
what gives you the right
to take away my coping methods
who the fuck do you think you are
to tear my place apart
to make my home feel like some place
I don't even want to be in
how fucking dare you
after it all,
and just like that
after everything you knew
of what I went through
and everything you went through
you broke it all
You took my abusive past
and did the same thing
Preference
I prefer his punches
to your subtle lies
his rough body
to your raw words
my blood on his hands
rather then your dark past and hateful future
I prefer his painful presence
then your guilty making eyes
but if I had to choose
I prefer death to all that
Past
I wish I could forget
everything you did to me
but I still remember every detail
of the past
you broke me
you were the first to break me
the first person I loved
yet the last time you broke me
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heartbroken: a compilation
PoetryA series of poems describing the turmoil of loving, breakups, depression, and learning to deal with it. TRIGGER WARNING; talks about suicide, rape, domestic violence and self-harm