CRASH
That’s the sound of the world stopping
September 18th, 2018.
To this day, when I picture you,
All I hear are snakes.
The lies that flowed out of you with ease.
Like a river rushing,
Rushing down and down,
Down into a never ending pit.
A pit that I called love.
Love? What do I know about love?
September 18th?
The title I gave that day is “The Day you set me Free.”
No wait,
The day I set myself free
The day I stopped believing that the world turns for you.
The day I stopped putting myself second.
The day I realized I don’t need a man.
I stopped believing everything you taught me.
Everything you told me I was.
My body the shell that you sculpted.
I broke out of that shell.
With every lie you told me,
With every lie I believed in,
I tore myself apart.
I told myself I wasn’t good enough.
I told myself the only happiness I had was you.
I held onto you like death.
You became the life jacket that gave me air,
But little did I know,
You were the one holding me under.
I forgot myself.
I forgot my passions.
I forgot my friends,
My family.
Because all that mattered was you.
Why would I do this to myself?
Why would I allow you to do this to me?
September 18th, 2018
I now see the world with fresh eyes,
With the hazel eyes I was born into.
I was no longer tainted,
By the brown eyes I tried to impress.
After everything,
This is the scariest moment.
By myself,
On my own,
Wondering what the world will throw at me next.
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