Master manipulatior

Master Manipulator

I never meant to hurt you.

I just wanted to be understood.

I wanted, for once,

not to be the one apologizing for peace.

You ripped my soul apart

by blaming me every single time.

I thought I wasn't enough;

I felt like ice water and a blade

exploding in my chest.

And you were there,

trying to tell me it wasn’t my fault.

But you know what’s funny?

If it wasn’t my fault,

why did you make me feel like it all the time?

I know, for your conscience,

if you say the words, it makes it okay.

But is it?

Is it okay to be hurt

after being told it’s not your fault?

It wasn’t.

It wasn’t okay to make me feel like this.

But it’s okay now.

I accept that I live with my words,

and you live with your vision of the truth.