In his distant eyes I saw…
Pain I longed to heal…
Too dependent I…
Let his feelings become the ones I would feel…
And for so long I could memorize his name as I slowly forgot my own…
I knew every single slight difference in his voice and words and tones…
Abuse is so deadly when it…
Comes from those you trust…
Survival overrules common sense…
And you do what you truly must…
I could never love myself completely when…
His love was the only one to give my life direction…
But years of being silenced and I was lost in a shattered false reflection…
They say time heals…
But in the truamas…
The hardest part is seeing the love for what it was..
Never real…
Then creating a space where you can finally love yourself…
Enough to let it all go…
To write your own story…
Where love and kindness and freedom…
Become the lines you eventually deeply know…
Lauren Kim Art 