you make me sick to my stomach,
saying those things.
i have never done anything to you,
a few hurtful words,
maybe,
but god i never took
that
away from
you
like how you did to me.
i still feel your hands on my body,
i still hear your booming voice
telling me its all my fault,
i still hear you telling me
that you'd leave
if i didn't do something you wanted.
so sure,
i said a few mean things,
but you
ruined me
my life
everything.
so sure,
i said a few mean things,
but i had to get
OUT.
out of your home,
out of your arms,
out of your head,
out of your heart.
you make me sick to my stomach,
so sick
that i shake and i cry and i *****
over just the thought of you
and your ***** hands on my body.
Dec 11, 2022
Dec 11, 2022 at 10:24 AM UTC
you make me sick to my stomach,
saying those things.
i have never done anything to you,
a few hurtful words,
maybe,
but god i never took
that
away from
you
like how you did to me.
i still feel your hands on my body,
i still hear your booming voice
telling me its all my fault,
i still hear you telling me
that you'd leave
if i didn't do something you wanted.
so sure,
i said a few mean things,
but you
ruined me
my life
everything.
so sure,
i said a few mean things,
but i had to get
OUT.
out of your home,
out of your arms,
out of your head,
out of your heart.
you make me sick to my stomach,
so sick
that i shake and i cry and i *****
over just the thought of you
and your ***** hands on my body.
i wish
we just never
met
but i am grateful
for now
i know what
is not okay
because what you did
wasn't.
and as i
defended you
for all these years,
i realize i was blinded,
manipulated,
i didn't want you to leave.
so i left first.
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