Cruel

June 26, 2015

I too can be cruel

I can tear you apart with my truth

I could call you names

bitch

slut

whore

lush

I could tell you that you are nobody’s first choice

That you will be left behind

I could tell you that your value comes from your body

That your body exists to be fucked by men who are not your husband

That every squat every mile every augmentation every injection

was for them

not for you

I could hurt you the way you hurt me

I could hold your life in my hands

I could hurt you the way you hurt him

I could tear you apart day after day

I could tell you that you're

Worthless and

Weak and

Nothing

I could pick at your scabs

I could hit you where I know it hurts

But I won’t

Maybe it’s because I don’t want to turn into the monster that you are

Or maybe it’s because I couldn’t say anything to you that you don’t already know

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