Crushed.

You were safe.

I fell for the familiarity of your embrace,

mistaking it as all of you.

I was broken, trapped by my all consuming insecurity.

And I melted when you looked at me.

I thought I saw glimmers of affection in those almond brown eyes

I wanted to believe it was love and not lust.

I didn’t mean nearly as much to you as you did to me

You, saving me from my

insecurity.

But you were blind.

And so was I.

Substituting you for my own self-worth.

I wanted validation of my body’s beauty.

I took the first bait I could find, and I was hooked.

The hook is still jammed in my chest.

The tugging is slowly starting to less,

yet every time I see you

it. still. stings.

More so because I feel so naive for using you

And for letting you use me.

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