If I could separate the soul into fragmented physical pieces right now I would stand in a brick room learing over my 18 year old self. She would cower into a corner as I screamed "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS YOU SLUT!! How could you fall in love"
I'd slam her head into the wall three times, screaming in agony over what is yet to become of her... "You stupid bitch... You stupid stupid bitch!"
She'd fall into a corner crying, stammering to find the words to describe how she feels about him.... How I felt. I could sit and hold her... Tell her I understood but god knows I'd leave her in a pool of blood, confused, ashamed... Ugly.
Do you not understand?

This is what I do every night... A small part of me is punished... Bruised, pulled... Can you see it?