3:46 AM

i still remember your voice is laced with anger,

your eyes glossed over with pure disgust

the way your words hit me,

how i felt.

you never raised your hand at me

maybe that’s why no one believed me

there was not a single scar that painted over my golden skin when i left

not a single one

part of me wishes you had just hit me

it would have been easier

but you didn’t

because you aren’t that nice

so instead,

you hid behind your words and used them as a weapon

and i couldn’t do anything

not a single damn thing

because you hadn’t laid a hand on me

what was i supposed to say?

that you were being mean to me?

no one believes the slut who cries wolf.

i laid in tears in bed all night

i hated you for the longest time

and then when i got over this hump,

i hated myself for not hating you

isn’t that funny?

the irony?

perhaps this was the perfect mixture of destruction and beauty.