I wonder how many have survived you…
Love is blind in what it imprisons us to.
But your love was fear in disguise.
For as long as I live, I’ll never forget the darkness in your eyes.
Or the damage from your lies.
How do you carry on as you do?
How do you rationalize the harm you commit to?
And if you could see me now you would tell me of my flaws.
You’re the reason why I hid for so long behind defenses and barbed wired walls.
But this isn’t a story of a victim, no that would be too easy.
No matter what you did, you could never break me.
The heart sees what it wants to see.