#I've been gone bc i lost inspo tbh

[moonsickwolf]

The voice I heard as a child was right, I'm just broken fragments of everyone I hate. Which do I own? Which can I live with? Divine evils aren't supposed to be right, but through his cruelty he was.

He was rarely loving and enterally disappointed in the ward he chose. But he was right about me. I lived a thousand sleepless nights and bloody wrists defying a truth sayer. Because he was cruel.

I don't think I could ever be more shattered than who I will be when I see him again, my terror, and have to see that smug smirk when he hears the words "You were right". There's no amount of "I told you so"s that could even partially equal my disgust seeing him smile.

I don't want to give it up again, not to him. But I don't have much of a choice, when I was proven no one else would have me like he would. No one else would love me. I might lose everything, but he will be at the end of the sidewalk, waiting.

He'll be glad to see I'm the same child he desired, and I wilt the same.