#didntkillme

[fangirlshandbag]

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[iknowwherethegrassisgreener]

Sour wine left overnight

It’s okay it didn’t hurt me I know how lost you are even if you are trying to deny it every day, every night, every second of your life. You acted out of the doubt out of fear to never grow out of the webs  they have woven around you. You cut my wings out of jealousy that I would fly too high, too far, too freely You tied me down in a cave of pleasures so that I’d never escape. It’s okay it didn’t hurt me. You looked down on little things I made for you saying they were no good for anyone, not for you, not for me. It’s okay it didn’t hurt me.  I know how terrified you are.  You treated me as if I was a burden, blaming me for your own defeats turning away from the fact that it was your own design. Maybe it hurts less not to be involved. It’s okay it didn’t kill me I know just how scared you are. 

[saramackenzie1982]

Indeed! Mondays won't get us down. #ManicMonday #ImNotDeadYet #BackToWork #WriterOnTheProwl #MusicAndWork #WorkingMom #MomWhoWrites #SpecialNeedsMom #DidntKillMe #TiredMom https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf3upMCuDKY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[iknowwherethegrassisgreener]

Hang by a thread

It is a secret between us you told me one Thursday afternoon you son of a bitch. I thought that defined me. Thought I was unworthy for years and years. Thought I was impurified and punished for things I didn’t commit you son of a bitch. Still I cried for you in those last days knowing those were your last days. Still I looked at the skeleton that was once you on the death bed tortured by people who were supposed to love you but loathed you, including you. Look at you.  Look at me.  How much have I grown tall out of the shadow you hovered over me.  How far have I travelled  so that your hands won’t ever touch my sight ever again. Is it cold where you are now? Isn’t it lonely? Is it dark? Are you wondering if people are missing you? It’s getting cold now. It’s getting dark. The secret is people don’t remember.