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Dec 2014
You call this love when you would make me feel like I was nothing?
Make me feel like I wasn't good enough?
Twisted things around to make it seem like I was the bad guy in any situation?
Why in the **** would you always do that to me?
I know that you knew exactly what you were doing
But regardless, you would continue to hurt me
But no matter what you were always sorry
I don't believe that for a minute
I used to think that maybe you were treating me the way you did because you didn't know how to love someone without saying or doing the wrong thing
Now I know it's because you are a *******
You made me feel like I was nothing
You would call me fat or say things to make me feel like I wasn't pretty enough
You shot my self-esteem so far down, it's hard to repair it
I don't even know where to start
I spent countless hours just lying in bed wishing this would all end
Wishing that some miracle would happen and you would stop the mental and verbal abuse that you would cause me every ******* day we were together
You always promised that you would never be like the rest of the guys I have ever dated, but that was a lie
You lied to me so much that I don't if any of the things you told me were true
You would tell me that you loved me, but you don't know what love is
Love is about accepting a person for who they are and loving them with no limits and not wanting to ever lose them
You did none of those things
Yes, we all have our flaws
But, you sure did know how to pick mine out
I wasn't skinny enough for you
You would say things like
"Oh, you're eating that?" "How can you be hungry right now?" "****, your stomach is looking pretty big today." "That bulge is pretty noticeable." "Should you really be wearing that? It's not that flattering."
Things like that crush me, and you knew that.
Why would you treat me like that?
You call this love?
I call that abuse
Heather Rose
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