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don’t let them be right about you

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just because someone is worse than you doesn’t mean you’re a good person.
i’m not the person you say i am. i’m better than what you’re making me out to be.
mother's day is not for every mom. not every mom deserves the world. you are not a bad child for refusing to celebrate. mothers don't deserve any more from you than what they've given you, and sometimes that's the opposite of love and respect.
it’s been a year since i was burned, but i am here again, rising through the ashes. i will not let my love define me. i am new, i am whole, i am all of this without you.

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i could completely destroy you. i dare you to give me a reason to.
i could be standing here screaming in a pool of my blood, and that still wouldn’t be enough for you
you cracked me open & left my jagged pieces to cut the next hands that cupped me
i feel you draining the life out of me and it’s not okay; i’m there for you always and once again here i am being left on the pavement. why do you toss away my love?
being around your abusive ass was both the best and worst thing for me. you isolated and fucked me over, but yet, if i hadn’t met you, i never would’ve learned to not let fucking cowards like you to walk all over me

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you get what you deserve. i'm glad to see your shit finally falling back on you and i hope you suffer for it. you can't blame anyone except yourself this time.
i don’t like you anymore, but i fucking adore the way you present yourself in my dreams. it leaves me disappointed in the morning, listening to and seeing you be a complete jerk to me and then acting like nothing’s wrong, or worse yet, like i’m the one that’s wrong.
i would not shed any tears if you actually did kill yourself. i don't care if this makes me a horrible person. you're poison to everything you touch.
i actually hope that you'll straighten out and learn different. not for yourself, because fuck you, but just so that the people who still give a damn about looking out for you won't have to suffer being consistently disappointed without any changes on your end. the company you keep is too good for you. they honestly deserve better.
Hey, could I relate " a love letter to myself" to abuse?
(the poem anon is asking about is this one)
okay, so i haven’t checked this blog in a while and entirely forgotten i’d written that poem. (last time i checked it had like 14 notes, and any tumblr poet knows 14 is already a lot, honestly.) so thanks for reminding me it existed because it was such a mark of my growth!
anyway, the person who inspired that poem did not abuse me (although she treated me like shit for sure), but yes, you can definitely relate it to abuse! the general sentiment of the poem was a bit like that, and meant to be (at least somewhat) Relatable to the audience of my blog, many of who i know are abuse survivors.

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just because he couldn’t and wouldn’t love you, doesn’t mean he is responsible for your hurt.
trying to help you isn't worth the grief. you wouldn't accept it anyway. you need to fall hard and figure this out yourself. i'm tired of worrying about you.