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@resenment-suggestions
There is so much anger inside my body for all the things you did to me. For all the times you made me prey. There is something ungodly inside of me ripping me apart with rage for the heaviness of your actions. I hope you fucking suffer like youāve made your victims suffer.
I am angry. And Iāve been angry for years. And Iām done holding it back for fear of confrontation.
Youāve unleashed the fucking beast, and itās unfortunate youāve never been a good hunter.
I have every right to resent you. You used me. You used my heart. You made me hurt.
You were my sunshine and you burnt me.
And Iām rising from the ashes, because Iām not your fucking Icarus.
My world doesnāt revolve around you.
I now know why I could never sympathize and empathize with you the way you craved.
I lacked the flexibility to get my head that far up my own ass.
Iām beginning to understand why the old gods did it. All of it. Creation is addiction, you see. The power of it. And destruction is no less provocative a force. Do you feel it running rampant in your blood the way I do? That ancient desire to make and unmake myself a hundred times over until thereās nothing left to become but dust runs deeper in me than any other truth. It is a burning, burning, burning question. The ember in my heart is a dying light that none of your matches could ever have lit and no ocean will ever extinguish. Do you feel it? Do you hear it? Do you see the ruinous light? It consumes me. Blackens my hands until they crumble, whiter than ash. What must I mend? What must I break? And why must I refrain from becoming the thing I only say that I am not?
āold gods // 4lornly
I will make you regret making me an option when you were always my priority.
āI hope it hurts you when you hear my nameā
I may be spitting blood but darling Iām a fucking fighter
and you have woken an anger in me that refuses to be repressed
it refuses to shrink for your comfort and it refuses your shallow words as an apology.
Bite at the hand that feeds because if youāre not careful itāll hit first.
The pride cometh before the fall, and darling I hope you fucking crash.
I am not meek. I am not sheep.
You may not slaughter me anymore.
I will not bow with buckled legs and bloodied knees ever again.
I will not lessen myself to make you feel big.
I refuse to be fucking used so you may feel better again.
I am not your stepping stool to a better life.
I have no one to blame but myself for these feelings. I made you a goddess and you slaughtered me at the altar I built for you.
