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he said if you don't like it you can leave. what did he mean? I tucked it all in with a decision to make -- prove my worth or feel shame for something I couldn't comprehend. why wasn't I worthy? why wasn't I needed? where is the value in abusing myself to prove that I deserve to be treated better? that doormat you scrubbed your shoes on -- that was me. I just laid there and took it, feeling my fibers becoming more resilient with each scraping -- sucked mud from ignorant shoes heeled to you, dried to a fine dust, shook out. he doesn't seem to recall the impact he had on me that day -- why I still choose to bask in the sun's warmth, eat dirt, rather than find another place to hang out, ignored and forgotten. I'm bonded to cement by tears tucked on the underside I'm not Mr. Brightside There's no end game anymore. I'm just a rug stowed away, waiting for a warm, sunny spot residing somewhere near my heart. 9.5.20 {/hide} I've never told anyone near my stoop about this. Not sure I knew how to end this for a story that is never ending, with a narrative controlled by the cold one. Not sure why Mr. Brightside. That song probably doesn't apply. |