butterfly, fly away

you hurt me.

one, two three

each let into my life, one by one

love.

friendship.

family.

each has had the power to hurt me, cut me deep, and destroy any shred of self worth i had left.

just a girl.

just.. one girl. innocent, kind, loving and sweet.

one tricked my heart with toxic lies and pain.

two manipulated my trust in friends and others more.

three has continued to haunt me to this day.

each killed me, each tortured me.. different reasons, same selfish intent.

does one realize his wrongs after all these years?

can two stop the self-victimization and spiraling cycle of pain he puts himself into?

will three ever learn to grow as promised? or were those promises simply false to ease your guilt?

one, two, three

forget me, as i wish to forget you

allow my name to never pass your lips, and if they do let them spill with my blood and poison

let my existence haunt you, let my success and growth intimidate that fragile soul, buried within your facade.

though you've destroyed me, destroyed my youth

destroyed my trust, destroyed my own view of myself..

watch me thrive. watch my smiles with the people who still care

observe the way i've learned to laugh sincerely again since the corruption

since the way your simple mouth has managed to distort my life, what could've been had you not came.

you hurt me.

and my heart sincerely hopes you realize that soon enough

whether that may come peacefully..

or with guilt, nibbling away at what's left of you.

you hurt me.

..and i will never forget what you've done.

forgiveness? love? compassion for the villains, the sadists who used me?

i was never your punching bag, your enemy,

though that's all you made me out to be.

you hurt me.

with words, lies, manipulation, and guilt.

you hurt me.

though i cared so deeply and lovingly for you despite the hard words you gave, bruising the deepest purple and blue

the blood of your knife still drips down my back, staining the white roses i held behind for you.

it seems i was colorblind to the world, believing my roses were stained a pure red when truly black.

you hurt me.

and i hope you will never have the power to hurt me again.

7/3/18 [2:42am]