𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

i hate remembering
that at one point
i was yours
stuck under your thumb
biting my tongue
sitting quietly.
i hate remembering
that once i loved you
and all the ways i changed for you.
i once said very little
so that i'd never mess up.
and even still
when i was "perfect"
you hit me where it hurt
and abandoned me
when i needed you most.
how sad that i once believed
that what we had was love.
now i see you
and it's like i don't recognize you.
you aren't half of who i expected
and i see it all now.
and while it still hurts
and it still bleeds,
i'm slowly becoming me again.
the imperfect me
who never says the right things
the imperfect me
who falls over her feet
the imperfect me
who was never enough for you.
never good enough
never pretty enough
never worthy enough.
but i am.
i am so worthy
or much more than you.