Saved
I didn’t know I was lying
when I told you
you were saving me.
I thought you burned the
thoughts I had that scared me
into ashes.
“You are the love of my life
right now,”
I would whisper these words to you
like secrets.
I thought being in your arms
was what made me feel alive.
But the truth is
I felt like I was dying.
You pulled all of my ugly parts
pushed them to the surface through my pores.
When you left me, you told your friends
I was crazy.
Did you ever wonder if it was you
who drove me mad?
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