A Love Letter to Myself
Dirty tissues, broken glasses, bruises on your skin
He didn’t fix you
Can’t say NO
She always had to please him
Trust issues
Tried to fix him
He broke her time after time
She tried hard to meet the high expectations
Consequences
She had to endure the strike of his hands time after time
And the sting of his words
“Ugly, dumb, stupid, disgusting, whore, nothing”
She learned how to stop the bleeding
Isolation
She was good at keeping secrets
Without hesitation
Always gave up the most
And he took it all
Loving him was dark and dull
Kick, push, punch, and repeat
Worthless, alone, dirty, and empty
He tried to kill her over and over
A dozen times over and over again
But like the sun
She rose every day
Loving her was young, wild and free
She was bright and indestructible
Fearless
She learned to climb
She learned to break out
She learned to cry
She learned to let go
She drew from the strength of all of those that came before her and like them
She was her own savior
Love
Her
The girl
The woman
The daughter
The sister
The mother
The strong one, Me.
