“the thought of what I did to you, it tore me up inside. you didn’t deserve that, no one does. thinking of how happy you made me, how miserable I made you feel at times. how could you forgive me? please don’t confuse me as ungrateful, I love you. how could I not? I hate to be an echo chamber of words whispered into your ear a million times over, but you’re worth it. your smile that could melt away the stars, so bright, filling others with pure bliss. your soft spoken words, it’s as if the wind carries your words & dance to the sound of your voice. how could you not be infatuated when merely looking into a puddle at your own reflection. how can you be so blind? I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”
why did you discard me? why am I upset that you discarded me? why do I miss you?
after everything you’ve done to me, why do I miss you?
“at times”…. you tortured me. You forced me to dig a razor into my face and when you saw the video of me doing so while crying and begging for you to make the pain stop, you told me “please smile”
and i did. for you.
i really hate you, ******
yet I still remain your property, like branded livestock.