It’s been years

since I last heard your voice

or since I last saw you.

The truth is, I wish

I could tell you how sorry I am for seeing you

as my killer, when really, you would have killed for me if you had to.

Your bloodied hands

weren’t from hurting me,

it was from the cuts you took to make sure that I didn’t bleed. I wish I could thank you

for scaring my monsters away and that after all this time

I see so clearly

that the only real monster there ever was….

was me.

Written by @wordsfrommynotes