Piece by piece

you kissed the bruises i gave myself.

the shaking starts

before the choices do.

When someone keeps crossing the line, it's not a mistake, it's a message.

And it's given to you.

Be grateful

that you slipped through the hands of people that had no clue how to hold you.

They didn't ignore the damage, they just cared more about looking innocent than making it right.

You made choices that cut deep, then acted confused when I bled. No matter what society says, it's okay to be like, Never let the same snake bite you twice.

while I've healed, the memory of you playing innocent while causing the damage? Some people don't want resolution.

They want control.

That's why conversations go in circles and accountability never comes without an advantage. My mind replays every moment, every word I should've said, every choice I wish I could change, and it shatters me over and over again.

I smile when I have to laugh, or when I need to hide. but inside, I'm just learning how to fall apart quietly, piece by piece, hoping no one notices the wreckage. my masks saved me. until they didn't. until i vanished beneath the faces i wore. They knew exactly what they did, they just didn't want to be the one held responsible for the mess they caused.

I don't hate you.

I wish I did it'd be easier.

With out the dark the moon has no one

left to whisper to.

And the stars would

forget their way home.

without the dark

light has no definition.

there is no contrast, no meaning.

no power.

without the dark light is nothing.

And maybe so are we.

while I've healed, the memory of you playing innocent while causing the damage? Some people don't want resolution.

They want control.

That's why conversations go in circles and accountability never comes without an advantage. My mind replays every moment, every word I should've said, every choice I wish I could change, and it shatters me over and over again.

I smile when I have to laugh, or when I need to hide. but inside, I'm just learning how to fall apart quietly, piece by piece, hoping no one notices the wreckage. my masks saved me. until they didn't. until i vanished beneath the faces i wore. They knew exactly what they did, they just didn't want to be the one held responsible for the mess they caused.

that's how i learned i wasn't broken.

just hurting. Truth is, I'm tired of being put on the back burner. I'm tired of being used. I'm tired of not being made a priority, and not feeling wanted. I'm tired of people leaving: Where I come from people never stick around.

But I will carry that smile on my face even though I'm dying inside.

while I've healed, the memory of you playing innocent while causing the damage? Some people don't want resolution.

They want control.

That's why conversations go in circles and accountability never comes without an advantage. My mind replays every moment, every word I should've said, and it shatters me over and over again.