Without You

I used to love you.

Sincerely, dearly, no matter what.

You took all you could –

My illusion, trust – and made me sad.

You let the negatives outshine the good

I lost faith as you did.

Without you I feel better,

Though the pain and empty space is still there.

I promise: to not have you as neither partner nor friend.

You have treated me unwell.

If it were up to me,

I’d make you feel my pain.

Do I miss you?

No. “Missing” is a word you condemned

And a word I dreadfully avoid using.

See how much you changed me?

I have enough of thinking over your words,

As they were as unstable as yourself.

Why do I have to be this over-sensitive,

Why could you not just control yourself?

Instead I am the one paying.

Breaking down into tears,

Pitying myself for your changing to worse.

Look at yourself and think before you speak!

Cold-blooded hypocrite.