Go ahead, show up.
You can’t touch me anymore.
I’ve had a hell of a week.
Cried more than I have in a long while.
Maybe it was the last of the purge.
Hurt like hell and then something clicked.
I woke up.
You do not deserve me.
You did nothing to earn my love.
I see that now.
I was willing to give and give up so much.
I suffered, cried, bit my tongue, pleaded, supported and listened.
And then I got discarded.
Oh, but you did it so gently, so sorrowfully.
So I cried some more and waited.
And kept waiting.
And you didn’t deserve any of it.
Something died in me today.
So come on, I won’t stop you.
The world is yours.
Just don’t expect me to be in it.
I am done.