Eggshells

by Parm K.C.

why does the world get the best of him, while I get the worst?

he is not kind or careful with me. he is not gentle with my emotions. I walk on eggshells around him, yet somehow everything is still breaking.

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

I cannot reform the core of another person – none of us can.

all this wondering is getting me nowhere.

if you asked me on a deeper level, I would tell you that he left me in fragments of what I once was.

I would tell you that he altered every cell of my dna, and reshaped me into someone laying in ruins of everything they used to be.

I’m aware he brought me no peace, but I’m a girl who was once in love.

he said all his exes were crazy. but didn’t he make them that way? people don’t arrive at crazy all on their own. someone drives them there.

being treated so coldly taught me that I need someone willing to keep me warm.