For two years I heard the words “I love you” on repeat.
For the past three weeks my mind has repeated “you’re not good enough”.
I should be celebrating three weeks of marriage.
Instead I’m celebrating three weeks of not giving in to the urge to kill myself.
I gave a
man boy the power to break me. I let him have hold of my heart and he told me I wasn’t what he wanted anymore.
I showed him every shade of me and he didn’t like my “true colors “. Now I’m trying to find what color was so offensive to him but all I’m seeing is red. I thought that was his favorite.
Not sure I see the Fireflies anymore.