why

i do not know which one i hate more: that you robbed me or that i stood idly by. i gave you my heart; i created a home in you. i didn’t deserve what you gave me in return. you turned symbiosis into a swarm of parasites that gradually consumed me. you do not even care and it only took me until now. you have robbed me and i have come to claim myself, my energy, my magic. i want flowers in my hair and blood in my mouth; if you only take i will spit you out. you have tainted my skin and grasped my insecurities to pull like wool over my eyes so i could not find my way out. now that the light pools in my eyes like the tears i never cried, i am free to hate you. but i will not. you do not get my love, nor my hate, nor any space in my reality. i have given enough. enough of my soul that i sacrificed in words swallowed and unsaid. you stunted my growth by dampening my sunshine and i grew accustomed to inhabiting the small space you allocated for me. i do not hate you. i am too happy to care.

i’d wish you the best but the most i have within me is that i hope karma visits you one of these days. she’s a bitch - you’ll like her.