I am still undoing
every single thing you did to shape me
Most days I feel unrecognizable
I feel weak
But I do not guilt myself for weakness
I’ve matured enough to see
that there’s strength in vulnerability
On rare occasions
I feel as though I am that little girl again
Who was just that, not the grown woman she perceived herself as
Naive and uncomfortable, unable to see past the rose-tinted glasses
All those nights you kept me up
are coming back to haunt me
I lie awake again because of you
And what you’ve done to every version of myself
I have been since you
You are the spot of mold that never leaves
You’ve tainted me
You’ve made me feel non-consumable
What you put me through is unforgivable
And so are all the times I let you in the name of love
.t.b.