You left me bruised, beaten, belittled.
Behind your coward words you spit your hate.
My heart was left, tossed, and turned to brittle.
The first time I saw you, I really thought it was fate.
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Each passing day turned gray.
Actions cut and filled my body with pain.
Your words were worse and I didn’t know what to say.
Your final goodbye left me insane.
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Slowly, the months ticked
I started to love me and only me
Me, myself, and I, is who I picked
It was hard but in some way, you helped me see
My worth.
My value.
My heart.
My peace.
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The months turned to years
The love for myself grew and grew
I let go of the past, my scars, and my fears
It was a long a difficult road I went through
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The scars you left me, helped me
The words you cut me with helped me grow
The actions you showed, helped me be free
It was me and only me, I got to know
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About the Creator
Elsa
Teacher, traveler, fur baby mom, reader, and writer. I enjoy writing historical fiction stories, fiction, poetry, true crime, and nonfiction.
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