I'm really not the same person
I was when I was with you.
Nor am I the same person
I became after you left.
I contiue to regress.
To evolve.
To purge.
To take in.
To become more of me and less of us.

Sticks and stones
have become my bedfellows.
They make their little pock marks on me.
I pick the scab.
Feeling the smooth skin
when it falls off.
Leaving the icky behind.
And the scars a reminder.

So don't continue
to give yourself a big head
and think these words
my posts
my actions
hell ~ anything for that matter
is about you-us.
That boat has sailed.
And I changed my nail polish
to peachy a long while ago.

Take positive for positive
and negative for negative
and tit for tat.
Move along.
FYI: I should be available for rent
at your local video store shortly.
You can store me with your
secret stash of porn.
So no one will ever find me again.


And Baby ~ just leave it all to me.
The anger.
The pain.
The frustration.
The yelling.
The bitterness.
But don't forget the good bits too.
The smiles.
The kisses.
The laughs.
The cuddles.
The pictures.
The adventures.
You must relinquish both.
Because we both know
it wasn't all bad.
This You-Me-Us.

I'm a big girl now.
I can take it.
I ~ as it seems ~
was the only one
who could all along.

07/05/2010

Author's Note: damn...that felt good

Posted on 07/05/2010
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