You always seemed to follow me, no matter where I went. You were like a stray, looking for a home.
After much resistance, I finally decided to let you in.
We spent a lot of time together. I kept you company. I sheltered you. I fed you.
We became so close. We became inseparable. I was obsessed. I found my identity in you. I loved you.
You always share intimate stories with me. I was intrigued. They made me think.
And think. And think.
All I could do was think.
You asked me if you could have some friends over.
Without hesitation, I let them in.
They stayed longer than I anticipated, but I avoided the confrontation.
That was the day that I lost my backbone.
The space was smaller than ever. I was suffocating.
The nightly parties became tiring, but I held in there because I didn’t want to ruin your fun.
The more that I gave you, the more you wanted.
The attachment that we had became so unhealthy. I remember when I made a new friend. You were so jealous.
Every time I tried to distance myself, you kept pulling me back in. You convinced me that I didn’t need anyone or anything else.
You convinced me that everyone else saw me through a dirty glass.
I started to believe you. I let it happen.
I cut off my new friend.
Every time my new friend reached out to me, I rejected the communication.
You were my drug. I couldn’t quit you. You molded me. You changed the way I functioned. You changed the way that I saw myself. You isolated me.
You convinced me that everything was okay.
I believed you.
Your grip on me became tighter than ever.
I was in grave condition. I felt like my life was slipping away.
Out of fear, I reached out to a familiar stranger. I had nowhere to go, but up.
The walls that were once closing in began to crack. I felt like I was able to catch my breath.
I found enough strength to finally put my foot down.
This was the day that I found my backbone.
Your grip around my neck was slowly slipping away.
You gave me an ultimatum.
For the first time in my life, I felt like I made the right decision.
I packed your things & tossed them out. I no longer wished to be burdened by your baggage.
That was the day that I had to let you go.
I loved you. I trusted you. I almost gave you my life. Yet, you still kept sucking me dry.
I was no longer your host.
You could no longer control me.
I could no longer try to change you.
I was done believing your lies. I was no longer bound by your manipulation. I no longer behaved under the spell of your intimidation. I no longer accepted your abuse.
The walls started separating from the foundation. The house came crashing down.
I lost everything that man could make.
Amongst the wreckage, I found something priceless. I found something that could renew me.
I found my new love.
My peace.
