I thought you were different, and…
I thought we could be, too;
but just like all the others who ever
got [access] to my heart,
you brought triggers and damage –
even knowing the vulnerable spaces I’m in,
and the sore spots
I find myself ripping the scabs from
again and again
only to have to restart the healing process.
I’m tired of bleeding;
I should never ever
have trusted you
and now I know it’ll be a while before
I can trust anyone.
You just toyed with me like everyone else.
I can’t with this anymore.
Maybe it’s best if I just
never do this again.