Rise. Release.

I know what you did.

I'm out of balance, I was out of touch. I thought it was you but it was me (too). I run from myself, just like you run from your reality. I held myself captive, you called me your oasis, . You found safety inside of me, I loss touch with my sense of self. I loved you , it was easier than loving myself. Trying to work out the kinks of your character, gave me an opportunity to run away from my own. I still struggle sometimes. No one knows me like I do, so I have the ability to be my enemy. I'm human , I know that. I used you to escape my reality, running blindly away from something I found suffocating into something that tore me to pieces. Left me to pick up the shreds of my own self. Certain pieces of me don't fit anymore. I've had to rebuild myself with the broken parts that I could find scattered. I stop myself when I start thinking about how you left me behind. Stop. I tell myself, that's enough, stop torturing yourself with the thoughts of "us", It's over. It's impossible to get the kind of love you give with someone whose only ever "loved" from a place of lust. You don't know better, because you refuse too, but I hate how I turn everything back over to you. It's not really about you. It's about me, you bit off way more than you can chew when it came to me, I was supposed to be a conquest to you and we both ended up falling in love. I left, so the joke was on you. I hate that I still love you, so I guess the joke was really on me too.

I know what you did.

I know what I'll do too.

Rise.