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I don't blame you for leading me to believe that you different. Because you were. You turned out to be far worse than just "the same."
I don't blame you for leading me to believe that you different. Because you were. You turned out to be far worse than just "the same."
Your cape started to fade a little. It may have been the off-brand. But you did have a super power. You could inhale and exhale at the same time. You blew sunshine in my face and sucked the life from my body all in one breath.
You saved the day.
Those sleepless nights were worth it in the end. I stayed awake just long enough to not have to wake up from the dream that you sold.
I know how to love. I've done it before. It just throws me off when that love is actually being reciprocated. Because that's new to me.
Sometimes I wonder: When your daughter meets someone like you, will you remember someone like me?
In losing you, I found me.
He set the bar high. I let you play an effortless game of Limbo while you still stand tall. But when you lay down, my memory becomes numb. Then all other senses are intensified. You leave stains of your scent with no promise of when you'll return. Your heart's insecurities bleed through your pocket protector before you even got the chance to finish writing down all the reasons why this won't work. I wonder why it even matters after I remind myself: You're here because he's not. And moving on is nothing short of back-tracking.
Before you took my breath away, you took my breath away. Always at a loss for words around you. I thought I found you. Until you lost me.
Before you choked me up, your smile had me choked up... Stumbling over the right words to say. So afraid to look like a fool but you made a fool of me.
So naïve, thinking women envied me. What I thought were fake smiles really turned out to be genuine. Those smiles were noting but silent laughs worn by the women you put in front of me and let me shake hands with. I dug myself out of silence and finally found a voice. My choice to use it came with consequences and plenty of backlash.
Love taps turned into open-handed slaps. I couldn't, for the life of me, figure out why I was fighting for my life. You said you'd give your life.
Warm hugs turned into drugs. The pain meds were never quite enough to rid me of the headache that you bring. Or the wounds that sting.
I could call my Daddy to kiss it like he used to when I was a little girl. But those two S's might turn to two L's. And a lost life isn't what I'm looking for. Never been the type to make too much of a scene so I stay quiet. But enough is enough when you can no longer hide it.
So now, you try to get me to think of the good times. And you wonder if I ever reminisce. Well, the answer is YES!
I'll never forget! I'll always remember... After you took my breath away, you took my breath away.
So close I can feel his blood running thru his veins. It tickles my skin as it pumps from the very vessel that I hope beats for me.
Or maybe those are just the goose bumps he gives me.
I miss your touch, but I know it won't feel the same. I want to talk to you, but I have nothing to say. I miss you, but I don't want you in my presence.
Looking down, afraid to fall because I have it made up in my head that I know they won't catch me: they never do. I'll sink right through, as if it never really existed. It's science, I know it. But the excitement of "what if...?" is too much to bear. From here, they look so delicate. Safe and inviting.
I close my eyes, caught up in the moment, and I slip. Enjoying the thrill, but my heart is racing. Because I know they won't catch me: they never do.
My fall comes to a quick stop. But I'm taken back because it didn't end like the rest. I'm not splattered all over the pavement and left to clean up the mess. Instead, I feel comfort, fitting into a space that was made just for me. The cloud formed to my body like memory foam, and didn't let me sink through.
I open my eyes in anxious confusion. I look up from his arms, and he smiles.
If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have realized that I didn't love myself the way that I should. Opening my eyes and finally seeing how I sat back and allowed such mistreatment, disrespect, and belittling; It blows me away that I can still call it a win. You are appreciated.