I’m done questioning whether I should go near the fire that might burn my skin
I’m done questioning what could have been
I lost my hope, I lost my saviour
Just to find out his words never correlated with his behavior
The tears I cried, the bulb inside of me that is struggling to be bright
Do not represent weakness; but rather my sacred ability to fight
He led me into what I thought was a paradisical land
But only to leave me into a painful void that would only continue to mercilessly expand
My heart smashed on the floor and there it was; destroyed
But I picked it up and fixed it into something that he or anyone else will never again toy
His personality had me enticed
Which is why I was drowning in cowardice
I thought he saw me the same way
I thought he also hoped everything was going to be okay
But instead: his avoidance was trying to tell me something
His actions were trying to say that what he texted meant nothing
When I'm older, I will laugh when this disgusting experience is mentioned
Because, I can now see that he always had bad intentions