Present Perspective

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.