Exist

Sometimes I think you don’t exist because only my delusional mind could fathom being hurt this much. No one exists in a way like you do, carrying a hammer on your shoulder, ready to swing at every fragile girl. You poured poison down my throat the way I poured sugar down yours. Both sweet, addicting, and not nearly as venomous as your silence. Who knew walking through enchanted doors left hearts on the floor at the end of the day? Arrows through pretty little skulls, love bombs dropped and ash in the place of makeup. How dare you? How dare you hurt me more than I can? I can rip my flesh off and bathe in bleach, and I will still never ache the way you made me ache. Let me sew my lips together so we are matching, let me stab a knife in your back so we are even, let me break you in half so that together we make a whole, damaged, being.