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He lost his mind, I almost lost mine
This man done lost his rabbit mind,
and I was out here losing mine
trying to love somebody
who never planned to change.
I kept watering a dead tree
wondering why it wouldn’t grow fruit.
Kept praying over a heart
that only beat for itself.
He only cared about him.
His ego. His pride.
His reflection in the mirror.
I was just something to hold
when it was convenient.
A body when he was lonely.
A name when he needed comfort.
A placeholder
until the next distraction.
He accused me of everything
like guilt was his love language.
If something went wrong,
it was my fault.
If something went missing,
I did it.
If the sky fell down,
I probably pushed it.
Never cared if I lost sleep.
Never cared if I lost money.
Never cared if I lost a roof over my head.
As long as he didn’t lose control.
And somehow I was always on his tail
for asking what I need but only got the bare minimum
respect.
Security.
Consistency.
Every day felt like court.
Every night felt like war.
Jealousy dripping from his mouth
like poison he swore was love.
But love doesn’t feel like walking on glass.
Love doesn’t feel like defending myself every hour.
Love doesn’t make you shrink
to survive it.
He didn’t lose me.
He never really had me.
I was just trying to prove
I was worthy to someone
who wasn’t worthy of me.
And the day I stopped begging
for what should’ve been natural
was the day I found my mind again.
He lost his.
But I’m getting back to me again.
~butterfly~
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He lost his mind, I almost lost mine
