to the girl:
        i don't think you understand
     how much of myself i gave to
    you.
        you were hurt, but i was too,
      i still am. you took everything
      from me and still I'd answer the
      phone if you were to ever call me.
   one would think that i would not care
    but who i am ? who i am today is partly because of you, i may not like it most days but i am a creditor and i give credit where it's due, you did not make me but you did something to me, i'd like to forget it all and forget you too, but you were art to me, the problem with the art is the artist, i fed your ego, i fed your demons i made it okay for you to step all over me one day and the next? I'd still let you myself see the beauty in your broken pieces and that too became art too me and you were the most precious thing to me.
to the girl: you were not at fault but i will not sit here and let you embody all parts of me and break me and call it art and still feed your being and make myself less of a person, i will not sit here feeling sorry for you or myself, i will not forget my worth or give myself up for you or any other either.
to the girl: i loved and lived for you but now ? It's time i started breathing on my own and just being comfortable in my own skin and being okay with my pain and not take on the pain of a thousand false lovers and preconceived ideas of what can and should be.
to the girl: this entry is more for all the girls and not just one specific being.
    i now know my worth..