Freedom

Your spiteful actions

Hoping to press hard into the bruises

Already made, but "almost" healed.

Wanting the "almost" to turn things backwards

And shatter my insides

As you succeeded at before.

Wishing the damage to be irreparable this time

Because you are certain enough pain

Has not been accomplished.

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you...

Your place in my life was removed by my choice

And my attempt to pick up

The remaining pieces of my life

In hopes to hold on to what was left of myself,

And to protect my flesh and blood

From witnessing an example of selfishness and control.

And I succeeded...

So, you can throw your childish fits.

You can pretend I can't see right through the mask

You wear so clumsily for everyone else.

But I know everything you are

And more importantly,

I know everything you are not.

So, jokes on you...

My life is full.

My heart is open.

My priorities are right.

And my possibilities are endless.

But you...

You will remain an empty shell of a human

Who continues to throw every God given chance away

Like Wednesday morning trash.

And where I once cared to try to help

And encourage you,

Despite all the suffering you put me through,

I now remove that final weight,

No matter how small,

And I let go.

Nothing is going to bring me down...

Not you,

Your words,

Or your display of false romance.

I do not use these words in anger, spite, or rage.

Only to declare my right to my thoughts,

My needs,

And my wants...

NONE of which you can affect again.

Only my prayers for you remain.

And my sympathies on the cage you have created for yourself.

Sincerely,

Someone Free