Letter To My Abuser

I give you too much credit,

All you had was an opening, and the guts.

They all turned a blind eye,

Giving you free range to everything I am.

I still feel your eyes on me,

Paranoid someone’s watching my every move.

I still see you on the road, despite barely being able to conjure your face.

I still hear your voice, echoing lies.

And the weirdest part of all, is I miss you.

I miss how easy it was.

How easy you were to please,

How routine our days became.

Now, it’s an endless pool of misery,

And I can never see around the next corner.

There are shoes falling from the sky,

And it never seems to end.

I still give you too much credit,

Because the abuse didn’t end with you.

I’m not even sure it started with you.

The person I’ve put on a pedestal, is my greatest enemy.

The person who hurt me the most,

Was the one who was there to ‘protect’ me.

You don’t deserve another minute of my time, of my life.

I cannot change you.

I cannot change the past.

But I can choose not to give you any more of my life.