Sometimes I wish I would have stood up for myself sooner.
Sometimes I wish I wouldn't have let the hurt break me.
Sometimes I wish I wouldn't have stayed silent.
Sometimes I wish I wouldn't have let your words take up so much space in my head that I forgot what my own voice sounds like.
So understand when I say
I don't hate you i just started loving myself.
I didn't destroy you I just finally saw myself as something worth fighting for.
Finding your worth can look a lot like destruction to the wrong person when their control over you is gone find it anyway.
About the Creator
cheyenne
Hey guys I'm Cheyenne and I'm a inspiring writer and photographer. Between the Chaos and the peace is where you'll find me. can follow me on Instagram: @shiney.poetry
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
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