don’t confuse lust with love
it’s a double edge sword
and i see that now

I don’t think he loved me. Maybe a part of him did, but that wasn’t the love i needed.

He owned my body, not my heart.

He made me feel replaceable- like I wasn’t good enough. Even though I gave everything and all of me. Like all that mattered to him was my body and the power he thought he had. And somehow, even when I’m free, he still has the power. Sometimes I miss him. Often times I hate him. And then there are moments where I forget him.

 I loved him. But loving him was not enough.

 So I let him go.


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