I will never forget the cruel and sad curve of your mouth. The unyielding strength of your hands. The way your eyes crushed me more than your fists ever could.
I will never forget the internal scars. The brutal words. The biting accusations.
I will never forget that abuse can be silent.
These are the words I won’t speak.
These are the things I won’t feel.
These are the actions I won’t take.
These are the moments I won’t experience.
Fate winds us together in slow deliberate strands, each breath entangling us further.
You never realize just how much you’re investing in someone until the moment just after it ends. The war has been fought, and while you’re the victor, you’re somehow inexplicably emptier, less than; more broken, less you.
Don’t be fooled by the light in their eyes, they’ll eat you alive just the same.
It’s still your heartbeat reverberating through my fingertips.
There is something to be said of shame, and while her scarlet letter may not be sewn on her chest, it beats between her ribcage all the same.