come back into my life so i can show you 

how your shipwreck

costed me my life. 

did it make you more of a man

to cheat when i was at home

waiting for you, when you lied

over and over again,

telling me what i wanted to hear

so i’d never catch on,

when your words made me

feel not good enough, 

like my flaws were making 

me lose you. 

you were good enough then

but you never saw it

so you broke me down instead.

did you feel like a man 

knowing you broke my heart

and damaged me,

when you placed your hands

so carefully, to scar our love.

i don’t feel a thing for you. 

but i feel your bruises.

does that make you feel 

like a man?
-Allison Ryder