I'm not pouting. I'm just remembering that there's a list of reasons I'm not good enough for you. Planning my successful fall from grace when you leave me.

I'm not pouting. I'm just remembering that there's a list of reasons I'm not good enough for you. Planning my successful fall from grace when you leave me.

If I had known you were going to treat me like this, I would have never responded to your messages. You are a selfish jerk. You come when you want. You leave when you want. You speak to me only when you want. What about what I want? Here I am, alone, beaten and bloody, calling your number and you won't answer. You think I want you here just so I'm not alone. I want you hear so he stops showing up. But you're too caught up in your own life to see the bruises and scars in mine.

Even after all this time

There are still days that I wake up and am confused as to why I am alone. And days that I just want you to walk up behind me and hold me close. Days that I wish you were here to talk to, to tell you about my day. But those days are long gone. I'm alone in this world. You've moved on so quickly and so fluently. It's almost as though I never existed. Maybe I never did.

I'm tired of putting my heart on the line to get nothing in return. No calls. Nothing. And when he does stand me up, there's never an "I'll make it up to you". There's "get over it" and "I was busy" and "it's not my fault". Why am I worth so little?

Flashbacks

And just when I think that maybe, someday, I'll feel whole again, you show up. You refuse to leave. The sight of you disgusts me. All the memories, fake as they were, come rushing back. I feel like I've been kicked in the stomach. I can't breathe, I can't see, I can't feel. My mind goes blank as I watch your mouth move. Knowing that everything that comes out of it is as much of a lie as our marriage was. Why can't you just leave me alone? Why do you have to keep pushing me down. I take one step forward just to have you push me two steps back. I'll never be free of you. There's really only one way out.

In your arms, I remember who I used to be. What it means to smile, to laugh, to be myself. Thank you. Looking over your shoulder at the mountains that raised us, I know someday I will feel whole again.