you stabbed me with the best you had. an arrow with the word"pretty". you shot me with the word "cute". you poisoned me with the word "love". I fell so hard. I was so sick. and then I realized there's a way to live. I pulled that arrow out and drank the elixir. I was once so scared to move, but am now more relaxed than ever. i can breath again. I feel the best I've felt in a while. you can shoot me again, but now I'm immune. I know the signs and I know where you hide, lurking on insecurities of sad girls. you always had a thing for the broken. easy prey, I guess. but I'm getting stronger by the second. you stood me up again last week. said you'd be there and you weren't. I saw your family at church too. it reminded me of how desperate you were to be like them. flashbacks poured in and I felt like fainting on the exact pew you held me in after that long weekend. I remembered all of our midnight conversations and my old war injury flailed up. but then I remembered all the stuff you said to me, the way you never were there. and I remembered why that arrows out and not still in. you used to be so powerful. a villain in disguise. but no longer can I be the victim. I'm done with this battle.
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC
you stabbed me with the best you had. an arrow with the word"pretty". you shot me with the word "cute". you poisoned me with the word "love". I fell so hard. I was so sick. and then I realized there's a way to live. I pulled that arrow out and drank the elixir. I was once so scared to move, but am now more relaxed than ever. i can breath again. I feel the best I've felt in a while. you can shoot me again, but now I'm immune. I know the signs and I know where you hide, lurking on insecurities of sad girls. you always had a thing for the broken. easy prey, I guess. but I'm getting stronger by the second. you stood me up again last week. said you'd be there and you weren't. I saw your family at church too. it reminded me of how desperate you were to be like them. flashbacks poured in and I felt like fainting on the exact pew you held me in after that long weekend. I remembered all of our midnight conversations and my old war injury flailed up. but then I remembered all the stuff you said to me, the way you never were there. and I remembered why that arrows out and not still in. you used to be so powerful. a villain in disguise. but no longer can I be the victim. I'm done with this battle.
