I think one of the worst things
about remembering bits of
you.
is that it always hits at
the times when I feel
the most bliss.
you truly were
a monster
you broke things,
I never knew could break.
and made me forget
all the parts of myself
I had finally grown to like.
but
I refuse to let this poem
be filled with the hate
you spewed into me
instead,
I will thank you.
because now,
when I look over at him.
I see all the things I needed
and all the things
you could've never given me.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
I think one of the worst things
about remembering bits of
you.
is that it always hits at
the times when I feel
the most bliss.
you truly were
a monster
you broke things,
I never knew could break.
and made me forget
all the parts of myself
I had finally grown to like.
but
I refuse to let this poem
be filled with the hate
you spewed into me
instead,
I will thank you.
because now,
when I look over at him.
I see all the things I needed
and all the things
you could've never given me.
