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.
Emotional abuse is just as bad...