You

You who hurt me

So bad and so deep

A gash that will never heal

You

A demon that haunts me when I sleep

Taunting me with nightmares of memories that have never been mine

You who said you loved me

Then hurt me

You who claimed to care

Then left me

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Some days

I wish she was still tangled up in me

I want to hurt her

I want to kick her

I want to hit her

I want to watch her cry

I want to hear her beg me to stop

I want to twist the knife and watch her bleed

Shock on her face

“I thought you loved me”, she would say, tears streaming down her face.

“I did”, I would respond.

Confusion would contort her face. “Then why would you do this to me?”

I would laugh, “You did it first.”

What a cathartic thought…