I’m no different on the inside.
I’ve just been shedding my outer skin,
And the hypocrisy and contradictory
Love, that used to lie within.
I love that look on your face,
Because you can’t stand that I now have boundaries in place.
And so you can’t push me around,
As you used to so easily now.
How does it feel to get a taste of your own medicine now?
Maybe you thought it was kindness,
But it was pure pain –
I’d rather you stabbed me in the front
Then hiding in the dark and hurting me in the back.
You could have at least watched me bleed
And ooze the blood you drew.
That I once thought I could save you.
I never said it out loud.
That if I could,
I would bear it all for you.
In this lifetime or the hereafter,
I would give up everything for you.
Because we’ve been tied by blood,
Or do they call it fate?
But there’s something sickening about you,
That I can’t help but hate.
The sickness that lives in me too,
Was that also written in fate?
I finally cut the cords between you and I today,
My dear old friend.
And as the cords began to dissolve,
I couldn’t help but hesitate.
But really, there’s no one we need to be anymore
And there’s nothing we need to have.
Surrendering what we have,
To start on our new separate paths.
I think of going home one day
Though I belong neither here nor there.
I think I’ve been running enough,
And my feet have tired.
(Or maybe it’s my heart).
I think of going home
And then finally facing the “me”
I’ve been desperately trying to hide.
But I can’t help but wonder
If they will open their arms wide.