The sun rays are inching through my curtains.
The room is peacefully quiet.
I reach for my phone but I hesitate.
Will my intelligence be insulted?
Will my worth be in question?
Will my whole world crumble? Or is today a "good" day.
He always had a funny way of reminding me how useless I would be without him.
Our fingers embroidered together yet it felt like he was never embracing me.
When he said "I love you" it sounded like a hushed lie.
He would sob in my arms for forgiveness while I wept from bruised eyes.
He would have me watch as he drew blood for every mistake that I made.
One night as I sat playing footsies with the highway pavement is when I finally realized that it was him I longed to part from, not life.
I need to remind myself that it's different now.
I no longer need to fear the places he hit me.
I no longer have to expect the worse when I do my best.
I no longer need to flinch when someone shouts too loud or moves too fast.
I no longer have to spend endless nights proving my loyalty and love.
But I still do.
Because my consciousness is broken.
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I Have More Than A Perfect Figure
Poetry"Strength, love, suffering and healing. The gritty surface of reality written down on every page. This is a heartfelt message to everyone who can relate to the tragedy of life experiences, trauma and relationships."
