You had to be too strong to perfect. You were no longer fragile and falling apart. You no longer woke up screaming in night terrors, running to a closet to hide. I needed you to keep needing me, and I needed you frail, and I wanted to keep you that way, as you no longer told me, he said. So I helped you stay that way and made you addicted to my coming and going, and then I kept you begging.

My only response is that I have been dying in front of you, screaming with all of me for help. I have never been perfect, just broken, and all I ever needed was you. All I wanted was YOU and just you; all I needed was love, just love. Now, I am left here with a person I trusted who turned my vulnerability, traumas, and love into a weapon against me rather than making me safe. You told me I can’t even trust my emotions as you created me to have those falsely, too.

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