This would be the last time, I thought as the raged coursed through me like a an exorcet missile. I have well and truly had enough. I am fed up of sacrificing my truth for your lies. I concealed the person you truly are in my pursuit of growth. Each time I apologised for your inability to be a man, I could feel my core curl up within itself.
I should have seen the way you treated her in a callous, opportunistic manner. That should have been the illustration I needed to know what type of person you are but you were also very good looking with the gift of the gab. F|rom that very first day I met you and within moments you had me blushing. I didn't even realise I was capable of blushing until I met you with your sweet mouth.
This will be the last time these words leave my mouth as I lay you to rest. This is my chemotherapy for the cancer that you are. I am looking forward to living a life free of this lump that seemed to attach me and invade my body. As I tried to treat it, it clung on for dear life. Allowing me to feel as though I was cured but continuing to invade my spirit. From nw on I am free of you, my treatment has just begun.
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