“they say, ‘if you have a problem with someone, talk it out and get over it.’
they say, ‘you’ll never be happy in a relationship if you can’t just forgive someone.’
get over it. suck it up. forgive them. lay down and take it, they say.
but I cannot be manipulated, hurt, broken up,
not again,
and I will not be told that I am not allowed to put my foot down and cut someone out.
I will not relive that. I will sooner gut myself alive with my own two hands than lay down and take it one more time.
do not call me wrong for standing my ground.
do not call me wrong for growing venomous spikes and flashing bright colors, warnings that I am venomous and dangerous and will not hold back.
do not call me out, do not call me wrong, do not tell me I am not allowed to control my own relationships.
I am fierce and I will rule my damn self.”
— I wear my scars like delicate makeup and bare my teeth without restraint. (e.l.m.)