he was already broken
in the beginning.
his heart and mind,
never awoken.
insecure and fragile.
his world views and mindset
of a scared child.
but we can’t stop loving someone
even when it harms us.
still he lashed out in anger and
my skin bares the crimson cuts.
you could love someone and never
get them to see…
they are worthy of a love without
methods of insanity.
sometimes the bravest step you can take is to
leave.
let them do what they do, say what they say,
believe what they want to believe.
because you are you….
and you are more than what you’ve survived and been through.
there’s a point where you realize…
the only way to escape is to let them be…
to make it out alive.
deep down you know you could live with them, on your broken, bloody knees…
or
find a way to….
break from their chains and
fly away
free.
