You told me you were done
After I told you I needed space.
You said that I was your ‘perfect fit.’
But what you didn’t know
Was that you had picked off parts of me,
Ripened fruit off of a tree in an orchard,
With only what you wanted
In your basket.
You said I was cowardly
After I didn’t respond.
What you couldn’t see
Was how your actions
Shred into my self worth
Dicing my confidence until I thought
I am the bitch
you see me as now.
I can’t go back to the
restaurants we used to go to,
I can’t sip a margarita
without thinking of how
You used to look at me.
How you used to kiss my lips,
And how you and tell me
That I was beautiful.
And how every time you did I felt feathers
Being plucked from my wings
And further into a cage of your design.
I can’t pass our favorite breakfast place
Without thinking about how we both cried
When I said I didn’t want this anymore.
You wrote messages
Choosing your words like fists
Knocking the wind out of my lungs,
Making my eyes sting with tears.
You said for us to treat this like adults,
You said that you would never find anyone like me,
You said that I had broken you,
You said you had found someone else.
I said nothing.
I knew that
My words like waves dashed against rocks
Or sand between an impatient toddlers fingers
Would go unnoticed.
So I said nothing.
Parts were good,
But they weren’t enough
For me to let go of myself
And become what you wanted
Me to be.