I am here today because you left me behind. I don’t understand what you thought you were doing, but I guess it doesn’t matter anymore. You are gone, and I am here. End of that damn story. Isn’t there a saying about every ending being a new beginning? Well, that’s me. Ended and begun, almost in the same moment. I ponder the why of it, but then I think there are too many of us waiting for someone in our lives to connect with, thinking it’s all gonna be alright if we just love enough, if we give all we have to give. I guess I’m naive; I guess it just doesn’t work that way. I guess we wind up being lambs led to the slaughter.
And so here I am now, your bleeding lamb. Do you like it? Does this give you the power you think you need to get through this life? What does it feel like to annihilate someone’s heart and soul? I hope you can live with yourself. I hope I get to haunt you, in this life and the next. I hope one day someone opens your eyes to how you bulldoze through people’s lives, but I’m not holding my breath.
This is me washing away all that is you from everything that is me. I’m not gonna let you bury me. No sir. I refuse to be afraid, refuse to cry myself into oblivion. If I can survive you, I can survive anything.
So, Tom, goodbye . . . today, tomorrow, and forever.
StoryGirl 