No man who loves you will make you feel as if you’re compromising yourself to be with him. Because that’s not love, that’s manipulation.
The first cut was fine. The first cut was welcomed with anticipation, with elation, with adrenaline. I loved the first cut. I knew I would heal – sure, it’d leave a mark but I would be fine. But the first cut never really healed.
The quiet shadow of you seeped under my window panes and found its way to the corner of my room, and before I knew it, I inadvertently gave you the permit to stay there, to build your own little space in my heart.
I’m sorry that I’ll get nightmares that wake me up in the middle of the night, trembling at the thought that you too could break me, like the boy before you.
Life is too fragile to settle for a partner who is abusive, for a connection that is one-sided, for being with someone who sucks the energy and happiness from you on a daily basis. You are a person of value. You deserve care. You deserve respect.