The diary of a victim

I don't remember when there wasn't you
You to torture and twist
I don't remember when I felt safe or loved
All the normal things in life feel wrong now
Joy
And
Ease
You see I have a man that loves me
Not quite like you loved
The real kind
The kind they write books about
And I keep trying to leave
Because. Of. You.
You entangled yourself so deeply in me I cannot move
I cannot breathe without you.
You broke me. Took pieces I didn't even know were there.
I threw away the things
Deleted the pictures and the voicemails
And yet still you
Can anybody show me how to erase you?
I'm still learning how to be me
Without...
You.

This poem is about: 
Me

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