they call it
the place where we
feel most accepting of
ourselves.
I feel condemned
used
unwanted
insecure.
I've tried to let this thought go
but where can it go
it can only go so far.
it'll come back
and haunt me.
she'll haunt me.
the silhouette of her is enough
to kill me
I shudder
at the thought of her
but she's just there
she constantly reminds me
of what she is
who she is
and what she used to be.
what's mine
should never be mine.
it's hers.
threatened.
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