And with every translation I received my heart broke a little more, my faith drowned a little more.
I continued making excuses for you despite the evidence in front of me.
I cried with you, I begged with you just to love me even half of how you pined for her.
I made excuses, invented scenarios in my mind where the translations weren't as they seemed.
I invented a new you, a kind you, a loving you. I fixed you inside my mind whilst my heart was bleeding with your betrayal.
With every translation I died, whilst you screamed whore at me, my soul evaporated.
I had given my world to be with you, to be in yours.
You scream you never betrayed me as you never touched another, but you wanted to- you begged to in fact whilst I ate every half love with pride. I was never going to be enough, even maybe she wouldn't if you could have her--- Yet I fought, trying to be a slither of enough. I forgot to be enough for myself.
Whore, slut, bitch, snake. Your compliments rained on me like swords.
I died. I died. I died.
How dare I decide to escape. How dare I raise my voice.