Everything Wrong with Me was Beautiful
And when you left I thought
You had taken
Everything
From me.
When you taught me to paint my nails
The color was too dark for you.
too
W
Wr
Wro
Wron
Wrong
It was then I stopped fighting to speak to you
Found myself entirely
Wrong
In time I began to bend
Began to shrink
Began to
Bow
To what you wanted for me
I was not enough
You found me
With
out
But I loved you
Yet I loved you
Still, I loved you
Even so, I loved you
When you resented
Me
I loved you blindly.
But I could not be bent
Completely
I was never going to be what you
- Wanted
- Dominated
- Controlled
- Overwhelmed
I
Was
me
Even after you beat me down.
And when you
left
I thought you had taken
Everything
I was
Wrong
Wron
Wro
Wr
W
All you took was yourself
And I painted my nails
DARK
And I refused to
BOW
And I found myself
BEAUTIFUL
And you did not deserve me.
And You did not deserve me.
And you did not deserve me.
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