What hurts the most
is not the thought that
maybe I wasn't good enough,
instead it's that for you,
maybe somebody else was.

Going back, going forth
Not knowing at all
and knowing too much at the same time
thoughts pile, hoard my head
They hover on it, they are too thick for me to get
This fog I'm in
of realizations striking me one after the other
All fake and real, fighting for air
To breathe, for birth
One clouding the other, coming too fast
Your love...builds me, tears me apart
I got obsessed with running away - but I'm a woman in the run
A ******* the run...

It took
All of my
Willpower
Not to grab
Your hand.

Your look
In your eye
Made me warmer;
Like a stab
Of sunshine.

-m.b

We are not shattered glass for you to attempt to piece back together only to cut yourself using that shed blood as an excuse for us owing you.. We are not shattered glass. We are iron.. Dented by the toils of this world, and the fires of your abuse are tempering us into steel..

... We will steal ourselves away from you time and time again until our hearts learn to understand the difference between love and abuse. Until our hearts learn the meaning of the word "No."... And until yours. do. too.

                            - EPL (EtherealOmega)