Eggshells

by Parm K.C.

all the reasons he once wanted me became reasons for him to hate me. he turned a vibrant woman dull, and now he says he needs more color in his life.

I know he doesn’t treat me right and yet I want him anyway. I could ask what is wrong with him, but the real question is what is wrong with me?

I get whiplash from the way he morphs from one person into another within mere seconds.

I walk on eggshells around him, yet somehow everything is still breaking.

I want the type of love that doesn’t hurt this much – in fact, I want the type of love that doesn’t hurt at all.

I was never taught to stand up for myself and I’ve been struggling to stand ever since.

so while I tried so hard to turn him into someone else, I turned into someone else.

“if he wanted to he would” takes on a whole new meaning when you realize that he hurts you because he wants to.

we were oil and water, irresistibly drawn to each other, but destined to crash and burn.

he is nothing but a distant memory – a story – he fades a little more each day.

no longer know him, and I no longer know her – the girl who loved him.