I left my guards down, I let you see my vulnerability and
my addictions,
and my secret little devils laying claim to my head,
that's where you
chose to stick the knife.
Right where I gave you permission to hold the dagger above my heart,
trusting you'd love me enough to hesitate.
You didn't.
Now,
I have replaced the soft parts
of myself with calloused skin,
the bruises with
scars and scratches.
I am wholly strong again.
Call me calloused,
but you will never see me in any other way again.
-S
