His hands were blades

He had no problems pressing them into me

I knew it would hurt but I stayed

No one has ever touched me so deep

 

explaining that scars he left

Were romantic

Marking his love for me

So permanently 

So Externally

 

and inside. 

Was hollow and hopeless

He gave me Xanax because

“Thats what lovers do”

He just wanted something weak to force

All of his Love onto

 

now I see 

he only called me baby 

because he thought so little of me

He wanted me all the time

Just to be his little play thing

 

i thought I loved him 

I really thought it was love

this love made me burn and bleed and cry

I felt so alone because he loved me

 

he got me hooked

He wants me to overdose

he almost got what he wanted

More than once I came so close

 

And in the come down I realized

These are my bones

They are not his bones

I have a heart of my own

I began to love myself and let

My scars heal and my mind rest

I took some steps to disconnect

 

And I am strong and I am on my own

The reason I am breathing today

is because I love myself