The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

You were supposed to be the one person I could confide in. Hell. You were the one person I could confide in. You were my everything. You were the one person I thought would never hurt me - the one person I couldn't ever picture hurting me. You used to fight to keep me safe. You used to be the one who'd pull me out in order to keep me safe. You were my everything. My everything. I used to love every single ounce of you, and now I can't even think of your name without crying. I can't look at a picture of you without feeling like someone shoved a razor-sharp dagger into my lung. So I guess what I have to say is...

Was any of it true? Gazing at me starry-eyed in your stained white tank top. Who the hell even was that guy? You got clean. Good for you. You found yourself a solid job. Good for you. I don't even want you back, I just want to know... If rusting my sparkling childhood was the goal. I don't miss what we had, but could someone give a message to the smallest man who ever lived?

You hung me up on your wall, stabbing me with your push pins. In public, you acted like the most perfect gentleman; showing others just how much others deserved to have you. You never measured up in any measure of a man. I don't even want you back, I just want to know... if taking away a little girl's innocence was the goal? I don't miss what we had, but could someone give a message to the smallest man who ever lived?

Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed? Were you writing a book? Were you a sleeper cell spy? In thirty years, will all of this be declassified?

You'll confess why you did it, and I'll say, "Good riddance". It wasn't "sexy" once, it wasn't "forbidden". I would've died for your sins. Instead, I just died inside. You deserved prison, but you'll never get time. Instead, you'll just help those who are in the exact same scenario as you placed that little girl sixteen years ago. You said normal girls were "boring", but maybe they just weren't prepubescent. You picked up the psych medication, but you're still preforming.

In plain sight you hid, but you will always be what you did... I may forget you, but I will never forgive the smallest man who ever lived.

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I don't know... I was bored, it was 1am, I didn't know what to write and I said to myself, "Hey.. How about we turn Taylor Swift songs into 'angry letters towards those who hurt me in the past'?" So... that's exactly what I did.