That’s Not Love

When he made me cry so hard, I ended up puking my dinner out, still hacking and coughing, almost as if my still beating heart would emerge from within the rancid mess.

When I Googled my problems looking for anything or anyone to please help me. Because everything felt like it was slipping away like sand through my fingers.

When I couldn’t sleep and I’m up writing this at 4 in the morning because I’m hurting so much, I wish my heart would stop beating.

When I sat next to boys who fancy me and I don’t even bother because I felt like I was living a lie.

When he made me feel doubly mad at human beings in general because I felt like my world wasn’t present anymore and everything was spinning out of control.

When I would willingly break myself just to be whatever he wanted me to be.
(And he didn’t even stay to make sure the fragments healed right)

That was not love.

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