You are lucky that my mom raised me to be a good girl.
So, when you called me names, hit me, and peeked at me
I didn’t tell anyone.
When you made me feel like you did not care or always put yourself first
I took care of myself.
So, when you broke my heart and were mad that your friends and family comforted me
I told them that I was fine.
When you manipulated me and convinced me I was worthless and unlovable
I learned to love myself.
When you just didn’t feel the same and wanted to move on and be single
I didn’t destroy your stuff.
So, when you ignored me for months then wondered why things ended
I knew my own self-worth.
When you said I was a mistake and that we were just friends
I didn’t start screaming.
When you couldn’t be bothered to take care of me or put in any sort of effort
I walked away calmly.
You are lucky that my mom raised me to be a good girl
Because I could have been your own, personal nightmare.