they say i'm a hard girl;
hard to please,
hard to talk to,
hard to handle-
because they don't know
where easy got me.
he fed me lies upon lies,
vomiting my secrets across
the floor leaving only
a bitter aftertaste of
betrayal hanging in the air;
the weight on my shoulders
dragging me down into the depths
as the traitor takes his leave.
they said i was a hard girl;
hard to understand-
because i washed
my backstory in a river and let
the letters bleed into each other,
because no one cares acknowledges
damage that only leaves a bruise.
- - -
just because i've been healed doesn't mean i don't remember the pain i felt.
i refuse to go through that again, so i guess thats what makes it so hard to get to know me
