Remember a few months ago how we spoke to each other how we will marry one another.
But it was all in a matter of time where the relationship failed. And then he needed money for bail.
How we lived together but argued about cleaning.
Where he took me to class but we were always late.
Now time has passed and I am with another.
He doesn’t bother at all.
He is perfect but you’ve left me a mess.
Here I am taking therapy for a mess that was made from a love that was false.
Him and I weren’t in love at all.
We were both a mess. A beautiful mess.
We needed to meet each other to take out the flaws of each other.
In a way he has helped me but he also took me to hell.
But here he has left me a mess.
And the person I’m with is dealing with the mess.
That’s why it’s good we hardly see each other for I can deal with my own mess and not him.
But he has left me traumatized.
I was in a toxic relationship thinking everything that was done was normal.
There was abuse and he’ll never admit it.
I never knew how to say “no.”
I let things slide and now I can’t stand up for myself.
I am a mess. A beautiful mess.
If you ever meet me I’ll seem normal but it’s all about the image. I’m a mess deep inside.
But it’ll all be fixed in a blink of an eye.
