Was.

November 9, 2017

She was everything Beauty and destruction She was my best friend She Was. I'm still getting used to using that word. Was. That's the thing about her. She ruined us. Time and time again. And every time I made excuses. And I knew. I knew that she was poison. But my darling have you forgotten. If you have enough, it stops killing you. I got used to the abuse. I got used to apologizing. Of being submissive. She was my best friend. It doesn't get easier now that I see her for what she really is. It doesn't hurt any less. She still knows about my first kiss. And how I take my coffee What my ugly tears look like And my eyes when I lie. How do I unlearn her How do I wash her out of my blood Without draining myself completely. How?

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Cali3377Dec 5, 2017

When I wrote this I was so so confused and I still am. I hoped one person would ya know, get it. And you did. Things get better every day now I know what healthy looks like. Thanks for the comment and thank you for understanding. (: It brought a smile to my face.

We Dream of StarsDec 5, 2017

<p>This evokes so much emotion, I can feel your confusion and pain when I read this and it makes my heart ache with yours. Good work I hope things get better for you.</p>