Everything
I gave you everything
every weak point every prior hit every place I don’t heal right
you didn’t miss it you learned it mapped it clean called it love and then you used it
my hope was twisted given new shape just as lethal
cruelty mixing pain with words of love
I don’t accept
look at your hand still on the hilt making sure it stays
you look at it like it’s wrong like it doesn’t belong like I’m trying to hand you something that isn’t yours
I can barely say “You hurt me” in case it transfers
“No I didn’t.” coldly said with a jarring lack of shame
you walk away like nothing happened like there’s nothing here like I’m not still in it
while again— my blood soaks the ground
but I’m not one to die quietly
“You call this love?”
yes, there it is how dare I question your truth
no longer blinded by your bullshit I see the pattern I somehow missed
louder harsher again belittle
what comes next I can admit I hold a share of blame
I handed you the gun I even let you put it to my head inviting trust not Russian Roulette
with my own fucking bullets