I can feel it, and it unsteadies me. I can smell it, and it makes me sick. But I can't see it to uncover it, and my ground is shaky as is. People think I'm not worth it. People think I don't deserve him.
People see what they choose.
But even he's spoken as if I never opened up. Even he speaks as if I can't know just what it was I did. And it's ME who's hurting now. It's me who hasn't healed and will never move on or give up. I know what I did.