Kellye
you.
you weren’t supposed to take advantage of me, knowing i would follow in fear.
you weren’t supposed to feed me those lies, convincing me to turn against myself.
you weren’t supposed to rob me of that, doing so one day shy of my fourteenth.
you weren’t supposed to – feet away from my mother’s turned back, pinning my mouth shut.
you weren’t supposed to do it over and over and over, rejoicing in your success.
you weren’t supposed to cite crazy excuses, painting yourself as the victim.
you weren’t supposed to keep me in a world of terror, thinking i’d never leave.
you weren’t supposed to…
but you did.
for seven and a half long, painful years.
i.
i wasn’t supposed to love the way i look, not after you carved my body there.
i wasn’t supposed to have healthy relationships, not after you dirtied me.
i wasn’t supposed to tell, not after you threatened with my life and my family’s.
i wasn’t supposed to recall “the worst time,” not after you shoved those pills down my throat.
i wasn’t supposed to live, not after you held the gun to my head and counted…
i wasn’t supposed to hate you, not after you begged and pleaded for forgiveness.
i wasn’t supposed to share this and inspire, not after you deemed me worthless.
i wasn’t supposed to…
but i did.
and i don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.
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