The Aftermath of You

How does someone recover

from being made a fool of?

Given false promises,

only to have the rug

ripped out from underneath them.

Being lied to

because the coward

who made those promises

couldn’t take accountability.

Well—I can tell you this:

I haven’t recovered.

I’ve walked through

the stages of sadness,

blamed myself—

maybe I pushed too hard,

asked for too much,

was too needy.

But then

realization hit.

What did I actually do wrong

other than

hold you accountable?

Use your words

against you?

Show you

the truth of who you are?

A bad friend.

A dishonest son of a bitch.

I spoke my truth

and stood on it.

You were never replaced—

but somehow,

it was so easy

for you to replace me.

I’ve said this

a hundred times,

and I might say it

a thousand more—

I’m letting you go.

A little more

each day.

You’ve become

an illness in my life.

And now—it’s time for me to heal.