He will give me death, and I will love him for it.

Killing parts of me , but never me entirely.

Loving him for all he was, never got me anywhere.

Always watching myself shatter, wither away.

But it’s okay, because I know I loved with all of me.

Theres something to say about being cocky because you know what you bring to the table, yet insecure because no one ever endured with you or saw anything through. All the lines are blurred now, but I always know my place. Never chosen, always subjected to some form of abuse: physical, mental, emotional. Do you even know what I’ve been through since you? Because of you? Because of me too. I can’t blame you for everything, not on things where I have the final say. Like who I let lay next to me since you left, and the things that occurred because of it. Being choked and hit so hard I lost consciousness… But I’m grown, and not everyone put in your life has good intentions…right? But mine were always pure. At least I can own that. No one ever weathers the storm, and I have always only been shown that. Why should you have been any different? Telling me I deserved more, deserved better. But it was just a cop out because you didn’t want to better your self for me. For us. For what we could be. I come with too much baggage I guess. But everyone has things the carry forever with them. It’s all about choice and choices and you chose to go on with out me. Showing me I never truly meant anything. You can say pretty words but actions honey, they’re everything.