The first time someone asked me about my horoscope sign
I was lost
I had no idea what the hell she was talking about
After doing some research I found out that I was a cancer
And immediately I fell with obsession
I was an emotional creature and the internet knew before I did
I don't know if you know
But forgiveness for me is hard
It's hard
Because I've opened myself up
I gave you my trust
Tore down my walls for you
I let you in
And you've tarnished all of it
You took advantage of my cancer filled heart
You stepped into my home
A home I've spent years building and accessorizing only so that it could be perfect in your eyes
You stepped into my beautiful home
Took me up on my offer of "make your self at home"
Only so you could tear it apart
You knocked down the bricks
Shattered all of my windows
You broke all the accessories
And all the furnitures
You left me laying there in the middle of my tarnished home
Pieces of glasses surrounded my distraught body
My tears the same colour as the liquid that flowed out of the cuts you've made on me
After everything
You stayed
You watched me rebuild my home and accessorize it so that it could be perfect in someone else's eyes
And now here you are
At my doorstep
Asking me to forgive you
And to let you back into my beautiful home
Haven't you ever heard that a crab can't be fooled twice
-MissRoub
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Growth
PoetryGrowth; something that has grown or is still growing. I consistently find myself doing the things I don't know how to do in order to learn how to do them. I've taught myself to grasp the fact that change is inevitable, growth is optional. I understa...
