i think of you sometimes.
but not
in the way one would want to be thought of.
i think of the person i was then,
and the person i am now.
i think
of the ever growing crevasse between our lives.
how scared i was to make that leap,
to get out of the burning plane and head for safety.
i think of the small broken girl i was,
and you holding the hammer
smashing
my
pieces
smaller.
i think of the strength it took to leave
strength you convinced me i never had,
strength you robbed.
i look at the years gone past,
the growth.
a woman stands in the rubble,
a heart warmer, fuller, brighter,
more content than that girl could have hoped for.
i wonder if you're the same person...
the boy with malevolence in his eye and blood on his hands
are you still crushing souls?
are you still leaving decay where your love touches?
i hope not.
i hope you've grown, too.
i wish wonders for you,
that growth took seed and blossomed someone beautiful inside
where that dead thing once lived.