I think what bothers me the most is the lack of closure. The never-ending blame I subject myself to because of you. How you got away from it all looking like a saint, while I was crippled and surrendered to the laws of life.
How could I have thought your love was the best I’d ever have when it was your love that took away the life I had? You see, I was too young for you to mess with me the way you did. And had you loved me at all, you couldn’t have done half the things you did. The never-ending lies you continued to get caught up in and how I chose to believe you every time because I was conditioned to see the best in you despite all. How you continued to belittle and berate me. And how I let you.
We’re all fools when faced with facts in love – we choose denial every single time. And that is how you have put my life to shame.
I’m healing from the wounds inflicted by your love.
Someday I will no longer be hurt by your occurrences. And someday, I will forgive myself for believing in you.
I realize I’m writing this from a victim’s perspective, but sadly, that’s where I’m at.
She Was Sea 