For so long I’ve been weak, stripped down to the bone from all your beatings. But finally I started to build back my flesh, and become strong once again. But as soon as you saw my skin turn soft, and the rosy color appeared back in my cheeks, you struck again. You clung to my skin just long enough to get attached, and then ripped your self away leaving me bare again. You cover your lies with ‘I love you’ and ‘I miss you’. You think that I won’t see what you’re doing, what you’ve been doing, but I’ve finally caught onto your games. Whenever I build myself back up again, however long that will take, whenever my bones are no longer bare but filled with color and tone, I’ll be waiting for you. I’ll be expecting you, but this time I’ll be ready. Ready for your abuse, and ready to not let you anywhere near me. Once I’m beautiful and whole again, that’s when you’ll be coming. The only difference is this time you’ll be the one left bare.