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You Remind Me Of. . .
You remind me of Her.
Constantly altering your appearance.
You remind me of Her.
Constantly wanting attention.
You remind me of Her.
Liking things the moment everyone else does.
You remind me of Her.
And her need to always make me feel small.
(Even though she was suppose to be my friend
and later on my girlfriend.
Like you are suppose to be my friend.)
You remind me Her.
The constant dating.
The constant calling yourself a "slut" and "whore".
The constant new boyfriends, or girlfriends.
The insulting my drawings.
Putting down my music.
The disinterest in my poems, books and life.
I wanted us to be friends.
No, you want everyone to be your friend.
But you don't know how, or want to be one back.
Why all the cutting pictures?
Are you cutting?
Yes?
No?
Because if you're not, than stop putting them up.
Because they hurt people that hide their cuts with black and white gloves.
They hurt people like me that have to fight not to cut.
They hurt people with major depression.
People like me.
That don't try to kill themselves for attention.
You remind me of Her.
And it hurts to say that.
Because remembering what she did to me?
Would you like me to tell you?
The mind games she played.
And the sick twisted web of lies she made.
Would you like to know that she molested me?
And pretended that it was love?
Would you like to know that she choked me?
And than pretended she was someone "else"?
Would you like to know that she push, pushed, pushed me.
To leave her.
Without leaving her.
Because if I left her, she'd want to die.
And I couldn't handle that.
Because I thought that I could help her.
Save her from herself.
But she wanted to push me away.
Treating me like I was nothing.
I was dirt.
Until I was ready to walk away.
Than it was tears and "Please don't leave me."
You remind me of Her.
And it hurts.
It hurts.
It hurts.
It hurts.
Everything hurts when I think of her.
And what she put me through.
So please stop being so insensitive & mean.
Please stop wanting things.
And like I am to you.
Be a friend to me too.
Because when I think of her and the pain she put my through.
Don't make me, instead, think of you.
Constantly altering your appearance.
You remind me of Her.
Constantly wanting attention.
You remind me of Her.
Liking things the moment everyone else does.
You remind me of Her.
And her need to always make me feel small.
(Even though she was suppose to be my friend
and later on my girlfriend.
Like you are suppose to be my friend.)
You remind me Her.
The constant dating.
The constant calling yourself a "slut" and "whore".
The constant new boyfriends, or girlfriends.
The insulting my drawings.
Putting down my music.
The disinterest in my poems, books and life.
I wanted us to be friends.
No, you want everyone to be your friend.
But you don't know how, or want to be one back.
Why all the cutting pictures?
Are you cutting?
Yes?
No?
Because if you're not, than stop putting them up.
Because they hurt people that hide their cuts with black and white gloves.
They hurt people like me that have to fight not to cut.
They hurt people with major depression.
People like me.
That don't try to kill themselves for attention.
You remind me of Her.
And it hurts to say that.
Because remembering what she did to me?
Would you like me to tell you?
The mind games she played.
And the sick twisted web of lies she made.
Would you like to know that she molested me?
And pretended that it was love?
Would you like to know that she choked me?
And than pretended she was someone "else"?
Would you like to know that she push, pushed, pushed me.
To leave her.
Without leaving her.
Because if I left her, she'd want to die.
And I couldn't handle that.
Because I thought that I could help her.
Save her from herself.
But she wanted to push me away.
Treating me like I was nothing.
I was dirt.
Until I was ready to walk away.
Than it was tears and "Please don't leave me."
You remind me of Her.
And it hurts.
It hurts.
It hurts.
It hurts.
Everything hurts when I think of her.
And what she put me through.
So please stop being so insensitive & mean.
Please stop wanting things.
And like I am to you.
Be a friend to me too.
Because when I think of her and the pain she put my through.
Don't make me, instead, think of you.
Published 28th Jun 2013
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