I pried my way into your heart.

Forcing my love on you.

Forcing me, on you.

You grew accustomed to my company, but never longed for it.

So when storms came, you saved yourself-

Leaving me to fend for myself.

Wounded. Bruised.

Medicating lesions I created.

Nursing a heart that could’ve been spared.

Scars from a love that was never truly love.