“You just don’t get it,”
You didn’t just ruin your life,
"we’re a team,"
"trust me, just let those walls down,"
You took them all away-
the decisions you made affected me,
"we’re my soul mates."
But now, I have to trudge along
through all this emotional s**t
alone, on a broken, yellow-brick road
away from the life we dreamed.
It’s never going to happen, with You,
and I’m okay with that.
The drama, the deception, the lying, the conniving…
The love you attached in my heart metastasized into a cancer that
has ripped a huge hole-
bleeding and aching to close.
As
much as I want to spread You
across my wound like Spackle,
It
can’t be patch,
With You,
Eventually, it will break off in little pieces,
sticking itself in other girls open wounds,
and
once again,
I will end up with nothing.
I have to darn this chasm myself-
with ransom notes for Clarity & Spirituality,
such as the one you’re reading.
Thank You.