Onions

Old relationships are like onions

You can let them rot inside of you

Or you can peel them layer by layer to cook with them

I peeled off a new layer

I think I genuinely feel anger

Disrespect umbrellas all of his behavior 

Men are self-centered and selfish creatures

They’ll beg you, sob at your feet when you finally stand up for yourself 

They’ll eat your forgiveness, understanding, and compassion like they are entitled to it

If I was sad, I’d wonder how rotted his onion is sitting inside of him

But I’m angry so it’s hard to care

He thinks he has seen me angry. He never has.

He’s seen me care. He’s seen me give a shit. He’s seen me when I’m trying and fighting for what I love.

He’s never seen me angry and he never will.