YOU HEARD HIM WHEN HE TOLD YOU THAT HE LIKES TO “FIX” BROKEN GIRLS?

YOU HEARD HIM WHEN HE TOLD YOU THAT HE LIKES TO “FIX” BROKEN GIRLS? That he spends his nights fantasizing about the girls who are branded with daddy issues, scars, and burdens? Whether it’s because “normal is boring,” or “it’s just better,” the reason here doesn’t matter. Were you paying attention when he let this secret leak out from his darkness, so sloppily, like it was nothing? Men like this have a vendetta. They spend their days wrist deep in boxes of cans, charring the back of their throats with leaf of their choice, and fixing up nice, perfectly straight white lines just to chase that feeling what we “broken girls” are running from — you heard him, right? So when the time comes, because, with men like this, it will – let him think that he saved you. Let him give himself all of the credit, even though when you broke, it was you that picked up the pieces while he watched. It was you who held him when you were falling apart and he had the audacity to make it about him. It was you who tried to make it work, it was you who was there for YOU… you see, they figure if they chase us, that maybe they’ll finally get a chance to know what it feels like to break, too. That they’ll get to be a part of the chaos, the late night threats of suicide, the gradual breakdown of our minds — without having to feel it themselves. They feel invigorated at the sight of our demise, intoxicated when we tell them we need them. Let him believe that he fixed you — let him believe that he saved you. Let him believe that he is so god damn good at it so that when you abruptly chop the trauma bonds that grew wild like ivy in the space that exists between you and him, that you’ll leave him wondering just how much of you was a mirage to begin with. Leave him stunned.

Deer in headlights.

              Chop.

Chop.

                                 Chop.