You robbed me.
Days, months, a year and more later, I can finally speak of it.
You robbed me.
You robbed me for my beauty, my innocence, my strenght, my confidence, for everything I believed in, you saw my vulnerability and you stripped me for everything I was.
You were so insecure and unhappy with yourself, and I was your victim.
From the minute we got involved romantically, you played me.
You played me, you’d lie and lie to me, and you’d blame and blame me.
You brought me down to my knees, to tears, to insecurity, to pain…
pain that made me believe it was all my fault.
Pain that made me believe I deserved it, pain that made me believe there was something wrong with ME.
You never hit me, you never abused me, but your cheating was just as bad or even worse.
You were a good friend before our involvement, but you were the worse “lover” anyone could ever ask for…
and I cant believe that through out all those years I never saw it.
You knew I was nice, you knew I was selfless, honorable, loyal, respectful, but most of all you knew I was passionate.
You knew I wouldn’t give up on you, you knew I’d fight for you, you knew I’d forgive you… over and over again…
So you robbed me, you be littled me, you took advantage of me, you took me for granted.
You destroyed me.
You took advantage of my passion and fight and you weakened me.
You robbed me, you robbed me for all I was…
and days, months, a year and more later I can finally talk about it…
Because I have gratefully found myself again.