I read the article.

Not once, not twice,
Not even 3 times.
I read the **** thing over and over,
And then sought others like it.

"Emotional Abuse"

surely that's not what I had suffered.
Not something with a title
A name.

It starts with the love phase.
He makes you feel like a princess.
Sweeps you off of your feet.
(takes your defenses)

All the poems you wrote,
All the words you said.
When you told me to never change
Because I was perfect.

Then comes the part
where you take control
and make me feel worthless.

"I hate people with piercings.
Oh, not you love...of course not."
But you made sure to remind me how I was stupid enough to have them.
"You remind me of her when you say that."
"You walk funny when you're sad."
"I love you, even if your **** are uneven."

It wore me down.
And I felt
worthless.
By now I realise you emotionally abused me.

We are a label
a title
a word
a stereotype
a definition.

And that hurt, because you used to say
We were special.
I was special.
Even though...I had so much wrong with me.
It was always my fault.

And this isn't even really a poem.
It hasn't been edited.
Or loved.
But I need to say it, and i need to say it before i tell someone i know.
Or else I might have to suffer
The pity.

If only he knew how well he ****** me up.