Strong women wear their pain like stilettos.
No matter how much it hurts, all you can see is her beauty.
I’m mad. Mad at myself but never could it be you.
I’m mad for always being nice. For placing your feelings first before mine, for always saying “it’s ok”. I know you know you have hurt me. But I’m still here for you.
And I hate myself for not hating you. When I know I should….