I can't believe that I really miss her.
She was bad to me.
She caused me so much fear, so much hate towards myself and the feeling of me not being enough, not being good at all.
We had a silent competition of problems.
Who has the biggest problems?
Whose life is the worst?
Most of the time she was the winner.
She always had to win.
But then again, I used to share everything with her; my secrets, my sorrows, funny pictures I saw on facebook.
She was the only person who touched me,
held my hand or hugged me when she saw me.
That rarely happens now.
She was like sweet poison.
A wasp dressed as a butterfly.
She caused me so much shit, and I still miss her.
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