When he treats you like an art project When he wants to remake and remodel you into the image of his ideal woman When he can't see you, can't see who you really are because he is looking at the shattered pieces of your soul and not realising that sum of your parts is greater than the whole. When he can't see past the horrors of your past When he thinks they define who you are When he can't see that they make you stronger, that the pain is temporary When he can't see that you'll come out of this hell Leave Leave before you start to believe his lies Leave, pack your bags, get up, god damn just leave! Leave before you begin to think you're too difficult to love Run or you'll start to think you're damaged goods Escape before you swallow his narrative That his version of your happiness is what you're supposed to be And his assessment of your character, who you are. You'll believe the lie. You'll try to conform but you won'