Lol,he never apologized for anything he ever did to me.
I forgave him anyway.
Lol,I found myself forgiving him even before he committed the offence,even before he hurt me,tore me apart,over and over.
Again and again.
I found him breaking me,his words could fix me,the same mouth would have words that broke me over and over.
That face I adored,that smile,belonged to a heart that didn't love me.
Didn't care enough to ask himself,how I was faring after every fall.
I was drunk on him,drunk on the love he gave scantily.
He was a drug and I was the addict.
Love,lol. I didn't understand why this love wasn't what I had read tbe books.
Was it something I was doing wrong.
Why he would stab me over and over with that same knife I had told him was my poison.
I told myself it was a normal relationship problem.
Jokes on me.
He left me,cracked,not broken,with scars. Scars I am left to tend to on my own.
A soul with so many wounds they've already started scarring.
And I'm proud.
Proud that despite it all,my heart's as big as when it all started.
Proud that these scars are a reminder of how strong I am,how much I've been through and yet still came out as Queen,shining brighter than ever before