Sienna
I might lose my mind, if I think of you. And yet I do. I do open the box that scratches up my wounds. In the most poignant way, you reach the surface of my pain, and dive deep in to draw more blood. You say you love me but you show only hurt. When you see her, does it remind you of me? When she blabbers, smiles, does the angry gesture that I would? Does that take you back in time?
Will you hurt her too, one day? Will she love you the way I do, even after everything you do? Everything you are? I see my reflection in her, crystal clear. She can see you, through my eyes. Maybe my tears dried up, maybe they got sent to her for safekeeping— until the day you bleed her dry as well. You ignore this, but do you miss me in August? Or the coldest days in December? Do you remember what you said?
My words don't form sentences enough to convince you. It's only 'cause you tie a rope around my throat— to silence the voice you once loved.
Does she make the same faces I used to? Can I please, get to love her too? 'Cause I do. I really do. Every fiber of my being yearns to know her. Well enough to one day, protect her from the truth. I hope you're good to her, the whole time, even if you weren't good to me.
Rotten fruits of the basket she's surrounded with, surely love comes at a cost. And I paid in full. Yet you keep me in debt, deliberately.
You despise me, don't you? For showing myself, the reflection of you. Eyes wide open at the truth.
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