Chapters From My Life

“He didn’t beat me with his fists But he did beat me with his words The bruises weren’t on my body But on my mind and soul And engraved in my bones That lingered Years later No matter how much I tried To erase it all”

“I don’t want to be his emotional pillow anymore I don’t want to be the “friend” with blurred lines I don’t want to be the person who he goes to with girl troubles Only to lead me on when it’s over Telling me he does this because he’s “scared” I don’t want to be the girl that accepts excuses but holds onto hope foolishly I don’t want to be his last choice To be his security blanket I just want him to put me first one fucking time Like I always have for him”

“The thing I regret most was I made excuses for him Excuses for why he treating me badly Excuses for why I was accepting less than I deserved All because I didn’t want to lose someone who had no problem losing me”