I used to proudly call you mine.
In some ways I still do
But that was until you let go.
You told me I was fucked in the head.
You couldn't give a real fucking reason.
You watched me leave as
I fled to my grandparents home,
And the only think about was
How you tolerated me.
I held you like an oath.
Like you were the most important thing I owned.
I was just a kid,
Playing dress up in your life,
While you tolerated my mere presence
Making your unhappiness known if I was too loud.
I gave you the best parts of me.
I changed for you.
You were my entire life,
Yet I had to beg for just a moment of your time.
Tell me I have it wrong.
Tell me you weren't the one who
Placed the dagger in my chest.
Even if you can,
Even if you did,
I've learned that I need to be celebrated.
Not fucking tolerated.
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