Don’t think I don’t remember the pain that embedded itself into every one of my membranes.
Don’t think that I still have to shut off my head because certain memories sound like a shot gun instead.
Don’t think I don’t have those intimate evenings that flash themselves so vividly, it feels like some nights I’m still in your bed.
All those messages unanswered,
Might have been unread.
Should I inform you on how badly my body bled.
Physically, I needn’t state it, obviously.
Internally, from all those words that you said.
Or should I say screamed?
Flash forward to present day and I can honestly thank you for teaching me my strengths.
I’ve been through hell and back,
But what the hell was one more trip?
There were to many unfortunate reminders of the way you could only grab my hips.
Bruise my lip.
Remember when I showed you to unlock that trick?
With all rhymes aside,
I for a awhile had already decided to grow from an experience that was paved as a beautiful yellow brick road.
I thought I had kissed a prince but now I see he was nothing but a rotten toad.
Now I am a woman of her own,
That paves her own road.
And while at times it gets lonely and scary,
I am thank for all the