More disturbing than hurt is love when it's wrong.

You broke my heart.
You broke my.
You broke.
You.
And me.

You turned your head to the side. Faced me. Your eyes never left mine, I read them with ease. You said nothing to them, yet everything to me. I nodded.
But only when no one was watching.

I never thought that anyone who loved me could hurt me. Abuse is very subtle. Abusers are very subtle. Abusers are very charming.

Someone carries my belief that raises hope in me, but flame didn’t last for long

But even when I stop crying, even when we fall asleep and I'm nestled in his arms, this will leave another scar. No one will see it. No one will know. But it will be there. And eventually all of the scars will have scars, and that's all I'll be--one big scar of a love gone wrong.