It was once a hand held out to you
leaking venom and broken promises
he smiled, said "Take it"
I can take care of you

Did you believe it
even when your wrists dripped
the color of your own self-destruction?

When Be Mine
became less edible ink
on Valentine candy
and more invisible shackles
disguised as the bangles
he tightened around you
to hide the scars.

When You are so easy to manipulate
started sounding like,
"You are so easy to love"

and you let the words morph into something beautiful,
because you so badly wanted to believe in the lie.

When you begin to tell yourself
that He never hit me
was the same as He never hurt me

And you start to wonder how
He broke you so gently.

My very most honest mistake

Is that

    **I loved you

How do I look today?
What do you think?

Are we good?

What should I do?
Should I buy this?

Are we good?

Do you like this on me?
Do you think I can do this?

Are we good?

Am I making the right choice?
Are you sure its okay?

Are we good?

When did my entire existence begin to only matter with your approval?

When did my confidence only shine through when you agreed?

When did my life begin to revolve around pleasing you?

The day I lost myself was the day that I met you and I regret that with every day I strive to find myself again now that you are no longer pulling me down.

Am I good?

Yea…I will be the longer you aren’t around…

She was a good girl.
**** as **** but super reserved.
She was the furthest thing from being considered a **** or *****…

He would tease her and slowly peel away her armour.
She abandoned the good girl she once was to be a bad girl for only him.
Something about him made her want to drop all her guards.

She would send him **** photos while he was in meetings.
She in hoped he would take it out on her later.
And one day he did, he called her a ***** and tossed her away.