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.