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You ask so much of me...

But I remember everything.

You want me to reach out for you;

-But, my hands are the coldest part of me.

Be careful where you tread,

In the minefield of my mind.

You are the perfect expression

Of my trauma,

We always dance in blood.

This is the conclusion, and the rest is only tears.

You gained everything from

Me, I became far more broken for

You.

And you ripped away who

I am,

Just to ridicule and burden me.

It's a daily struggle against everything,

You added weight to the pile of stones

Crushing me.

It bothers me that

You didn't think to fear

Me.

But my hands are the coldest part of

Me.

You felt you had all the power in what

We had.

This is the realization, and the rest is only grieving.

I mourn what never was as I dress myself in the armor of my convictions.

One last battle, a surgery to remove

You

From

Me.