I almost forgot how this felt. To be me again... to know my own worth. Why I am the way I am and why those around me are there.
FINALLY, you're out of my system. FINALLY, I can stand you not being here. I never thought I'd reach this place again. The same place I stood, carefree, the days before learning of your existence.
Like an addict I craved you! And when I took a hit that didn't agree with me, like that same addict, I'd swear I was through. BUT then all you had to do was smile in my direction and I'd come running back to you. There, yet again, in the same place I vowed never to return to. A vicious cycle that left me confused. And every time, like a FOOL, I allowed myself to receive yet another burn from you.
Always in control, you were. Playing me like a pawn. A love-sick labradoodle begging for just one drop of your attention...
... THANKFULLY, that season, too, has passed! Like a term in detox, I've purged you from my insides. No longer does the wretched desire of you course through my veins like the very blood that gives me life. No more is my brain harassed by the very biased opinion of my heart... because, now, both see clearly all that you really are. And that, Dear Stranger, is someone completely unworthy of holding my attention, let alone, my heart.
FINALLY, you're out of my system. FINALLY, I can stand you not being here. I never thought I'd reach this place again. The same place I stood, carefree, the days before learning of your existence.
Like an addict I craved you! And when I took a hit that didn't agree with me, like that same addict, I'd swear I was through. BUT then all you had to do was smile in my direction and I'd come running back to you. There, yet again, in the same place I vowed never to return to. A vicious cycle that left me confused. And every time, like a FOOL, I allowed myself to receive yet another burn from you.
Always in control, you were. Playing me like a pawn. A love-sick labradoodle begging for just one drop of your attention...
... THANKFULLY, that season, too, has passed! Like a term in detox, I've purged you from my insides. No longer does the wretched desire of you course through my veins like the very blood that gives me life. No more is my brain harassed by the very biased opinion of my heart... because, now, both see clearly all that you really are. And that, Dear Stranger, is someone completely unworthy of holding my attention, let alone, my heart.
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