I won’t be where you left me

I’m a person, not some forgotten toy

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I am not the same man you left there that day, dying quietly alone in the woods. Choking on the pain and anguish you instilled in him, the man that loved you died that day, and I buried him beneath the boughs of a willow tree.

I’m not the same man I was a year ago when I tried to love again, opening that door hurt me because there was only a mirror with the stark realization that more work needed to be done.

I was already tired when the world broke me a second time, but truly it wasn’t death that I met that day, it was life!

I took a deep look at myself in that mirror and embraced the aspects of me that I didn’t like, and have fought to change them. It’s a surreal feeling almost…like I’ve been an outsider looking in on my life.

I wasn’t ready for another person to walk on my journey because I couldn’t love them the way they needed to be loved, because I wasn’t ready to love myself.

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All the horror, sharp words, and broken promises did amount to something though; Me!