How sickening it is
To seek comfort in the very thing that's hurting you
How revolting it is
To allow the same lips that ridiculed & disrespected you, to press themselves against your own with a muttered "I'm sorry".
How pukening it is
That that was enough to "undo" all the bad, at least temporarily.
How disgusting it is
To sacrifice your time, happiness, and sanity for somebody that wouldn't even **** on you if you were on fire.
How repulsive it is
To beg somebody to treat you the way you deserve to be treated.
How monstrous it is
To have fingers apologetically trace over your bruises, cuts & scars.. that were the exact fingers who put them there.
& how coincidentally comical it is
that I've allowed this to be my "normal" for so long.