Transparent, that’s what you've become. The changes I see in you make me feel weak, like a woman who doesn't know her own mind but then again, perhaps I’m just finally removing the rose tinted glasses you handed me the first time we met. I won’t fight with you, I don’t want to make this difficult, vindictiveness isn't my forte; it really couldn't be any simpler - we’re though.
This lucidity of you allows me to see the fear behind your regret at losing me, your lover, your friend; but I could be anyone, it isn't the act of seeing me walk away that hurts you, no, it’s the feeling that you’re going to be alone again.
Each lie that falls from your frown washes over me, I can see them all before you utter a single word, I know the thoughts you rummage through whilst you frantically seek that perfect lie, the lie you think I want to hear, I can see them all in your head.
I hate the look on your face, too filled with desperation, I almost feel guilt, but as I see an image of her flash across your face, the guilt melts as though it’s been placed directly over a burning furnace leaving nothing but pity behind.
I’d like to leave you with a parting shot, add salt to the wound, but I’m determined to retain my dignity, so for now I’ll have to be content with watching you pick your trampled pride up of the floor.
No nasty fights, no raised voices or sonic screams, I've let go of you, of us, my heart is ready for some more permanent dreams.
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