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.  

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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