i paint myself victim
but i wasn't
i was the one who let you beat me down
i let you hurt me
i let you into my head
and under my skin
it was my fault
i hated the way you made me scream
i hated the way I never screamed loud enough for anyone to hear
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Another Broken Eternity
Poetrythis is poetry in the sense that everything broken is poetic. a collection of poems about love, betrayal, hope, and broken dreams inspired by milk and honey by rupi kaur. #137 in poetry - 09/15/17 #229 in poetry - 12/25/17 #118 in poetry - 01/13/18...
