Kirsten Bishop
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I Thought You Were Different
Manipulating. How manipulating you are. You pull on every side of me and show me that I am not worth the time of anyone, but feed me words to make me feel whole for a second. I feed off of every ounce of you, every "I love you" that falls off your lips. I have never felt a more empty feeling than I do with you. You make me feel bad for breathing wrong, for breathing in a direction that isn’t yours. You make me feel bad for my anxiety, like I am somebody who is so mentally sick that I need medicine to "fix me." You laugh at me for my anxiety, you laugh at me when I get upset, like my feelings don’t even matter right? You say to me, "You only see your side," but how? How do I only see my side when yours is the only one you will allow me to see? You tell me you won’t say, "I love you," because I didn’t say it when you yelled it to me in the middle of my sentence.
By Kirsten Bishop6 years ago in Humans