my stronger storm

I always thought you were my anchor, the steady force keeping me grounded, the shelter shielding me from life's unpredictable winds. I leaned on you, trusting that you would hold me firm, believing that with you, I wouldn't bend, wouldn't break, wouldn't be carried away.

But I was wrong.

You weren't my anchor. You were the storm itself, the force that shoved me into the very chaos I feared. You knew I was terrified of the wind, yet you threw me into the eye of the storm, watching as I stumbled, as I fought, as I drowned in the very thing you promised to protect me from. And while I gasped for air, you stood there, indifferent, watching, as if my suffering was nothing more than a fleeting inconvenience.

You created the stronger version of me, not through love, not through kindness, but through your absence, your betrayal, your utter lack of effort. Every time you turned away, you stole a piece of me, chipped away at the girl who once adored you. But what you didn't realize was that with every piece you took, you unknowingly forged something new, something unbreakable.

And now, I no longer need an anchor. I no longer fear the wind.

But you… you should fear me.

Because while you were busy destroying me, you unknowingly built the woman who will rise from the wreckage. And darling, revenge is nothing if not poetic. So wait for it. Because payback?

She's a bitch.