October 16, 2011

Bruise me, the blows to my self esteem feel like love and they hurt like true emotion. You have a way with cold words wrapped around my neck and they choke the living pride out of me. I cling to you. You’re my personal Velcro; tacky and unwilling to give ease to your death grip of my personality. I’m choking and I can’t breathe love back into this relationship. Respect for me was your personal punching bag. Every lie, every unspoken truth, and every person that ended up on top of you while I was below you. Groveling like a dog and then I felt the gravel under my paws, and the earth never felt so real. I saw the sun like it was new.