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I remember that ivy, from back in the day when it was just a bit of fun. Well, that’s what we said anyway. I never imagined it turning out to be like this, this…this relationship has been from fun, to being ripped up into a million pieces right in front of my eyes. And I can’t stop it.
I guess it took that ‘from fun’ step when I told my parents. He said it would be ok, go live with him, and be happy. I was happy. But now the cracks have started to show. To the extreme’s. Just like this damn ivy has put cracks in my wall. This now withered plant is him. This is him. He did this to me. And as I tore down the sharp green leaves he tore away every bit of respect and love I had for him. Love isn’t easy when you’re like us, the minority, the ones who get picked on. But I thought that was what glued us together so tightly, that I never wanted to wander from his side. As the leaves have cut across my naked palms, across my face, deep into the skin…it could just have easily have been him that done this. Each bit I pull off, the more of him comes away. Each cut, each bite, each hit is just him. It’s all him. And now look at me. Ivy tangled around my bare feet, cutting across my ankles, holding me here, with him. You…you always used to say my skin was beautiful, never before was it embedded with dirt, blood…stains. You used to caress my hands so attentively, not now my nails are torn, my skin blistered. You used to cup my face in your hands, plant a kiss tenderly on my lips. Now you are the one that has put these marks onto me. Because it was you that planted that stupid ivy in the first place.
