Every morning I wake up and make sure it's true
Stuck in a nightmare where I replay the same day, but instead, it's just a feeling I can't shake off

It starts with the pain I feel knowing he could hurt me again
Followed by the circles in my stomach as I think of her making him satisfied and whole again
Then come the tears as I realize I'm not what he ever wanted

I wasn't ever made for him the way he was made for me

In my eyes, he was never perfect
But perfect isn't what I was searching for

I was on a hunt for love like no other
One that would erase all the pain from before
A love I could use as a trophy after survival

But I placed too much trust in him                                        
In the ability for another human to devote time and care for me
Someone with little value and absolutely no self-love

Nobody loves a tortured girl, not even the ones who enjoy causing the pain