i guess you could say he loved me
in some sort of twisted way
but loving him never felt like loving him
it felt like shedding skin
something i carried the weight of
for a long time
unaware that it was a burden at all
but as love clears the fog in the glass
we see ourselves clearer
and i came out the other side
staring straight into my own eyes
trying to find the beauty in them
rather than the ugly in him
and i’d call that shedding skin