• jynxielynn85 10w

    Her and I, and we.

    Going through my memories on this blue screen,
    The words echoing a past full of pain, self-doubt, and insecurity.
    My heart aches for her, this girl.
    For she is me. Her and I, and we.
    Desperately wishing to be all a man could need. Unable to see, the problem wasn't at loves door.
    It burrowed deep inside of her.
    If you know me, you may remember knowing her.
    I remember her.
    I remember hurting her, starving her, punishing her.
    Hell-bent on changing her into the perfect world.
    Her, and I.. And we.
    As we walked all the long, lonely roads.
    So many times, I had no idea if we'd ever survive.
    This girl, her and I.. And we.
    I abused her, allowed her to be used in such vile ways.
    But still, her and I walked through storm after storm together, the only shoulder upon to lean was our own.
    Her and I, we made it through as I learned.
    I don't hurt her anymore, somewhere in
    between being her and becoming me, her and I, became just we.
    When I learned to love all the pieces, that make me, me.
    Bad and good, they belong to me because they are me.
    I work on turning them into what I want, for me, and only me, and that's okay.
    We may never reach perfection, but who wants to be perfect?
    I just want to be me.
    To you who had to watch as I tore myself apart, over and over again, while I made mistake after mistake, trying to find what was missing.
    I thank you.
    Thank you for Loving me, even though I couldn't love myself.


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