Maybe it’s true. Maybe I did date scumbag assholes who are self-righteous, ignorant, arrogant, mean, disrespectful pieces of shits that take me for granted.
They see this vulnerability I have for them, and take full advantage of it.
They lie, tell me the things they know a female wants to hear..
Then what? Then you fall for them.
Then they lure you in,
Trample on your heart,
Break and shatter it into a million pieces.
Who’s left to clean it up?
No one but yourself.
So as I get a fucking broom to sweep up the remnant of my already absent heart,
…..I slip up again. And I forget.
I step over these glass shards that are now embedded deeply within the soles of my feet.
My heart is calloused, bruised, tattered, torn apart, stapled back together, stitches missing, dark from the dried up dead blood.
Its been used as a mop to clean up these glass shards that are left on the floor waiting to be cleaned up.
They see the vulnerability in you, recognize that- and use that to their advantage.
They thrive off of that.
Because they’re that pathetic.
Then…my naive feeble mind is fully aware of this….and I fall for it. Over. And. Over.