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What do you do when you realize you're the aftermath of someone's abuse? It was written in the subtleties, not the clear skin on your face. You find it etched inside of a voided smile. The byproduct of back handed remarks. You stayed home convinced yourself you weren't really lonely. But when you went out you were made to feel the same. Second guessing became second nature. Proving yourself worthy became a personality trait. It's not always clenched fist or hit and run It's a quick wit and a razor tongue too. The kind of love that makes you question the lengths you've walked in life. Makes you think the only way is stay put or go backwards. The green eyed monster turned you pale again and you don't see yourself in the mirror anymore. Only someone who paints her face with a smile and tells everyone she's okay. But the aftermath is still just as deadly. and your eyes feel sore from trying to see the good in things. It's not always black eye and a pain in your head. If the flags read red- then run. No matter how far you have made it.
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Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
Green Eyes and Red Flags
What do you do when you realize you're the aftermath of someone's abuse? It was written in the subtleties, not the clear skin on your face. You find it etched inside of a voided smile. The byproduct of back handed remarks. You stayed home convinced yourself you weren't really lonely. But when you went out you were made to feel the same. Second guessing became second nature. Proving yourself worthy became a personality trait. It's not always clenched fist or hit and run It's a quick wit and a razor tongue too. The kind of love that makes you question the lengths you've walked in life. Makes you think the only way is stay put or go backwards. The green eyed monster turned you pale again and you don't see yourself in the mirror anymore. Only someone who paints her face with a smile and tells everyone she's okay. But the aftermath is still just as deadly. and your eyes feel sore from trying to see the good in things. It's not always black eye and a pain in your head. If the flags read red- then run. No matter how far you have made it.
Green eyes as in jealousy
amanda-stoddard
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Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
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