Damaged

It was exhausting loving you.

Constantly pulling you
from the hole you dug
for yourself and resided in.

Pulling you up for fresh air,
when I was losing mine
from how heavy your
words weighted on my heart.

Scratching my hands in the process.
Scraping my knees.
But I kept pulling.
I wanted you to share
in the light. Out of the darkness.

By the end of it,
when I finally pulled
you to the top…

I didn’t recognize myself anymore.
Worn, bruised, tired, damaged.
You saw me in the light.
You were disgusted.

You walked away.

As I looked at the hole
I pulled you out of.
I finally felt relief,
that I could finally rest.

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