F**k off, thank you, see you Never

Thank you for waking me up.

Thank you for reminding me that if it's too good to be true... it probably is.

Thank you for wasting time, heart and mind on you. Worst deal I ever made.

Thank you for making it easy to hate you, rather than keep wondering what if.

I thought you had brought some good into my life, but now I'm empty.

I'm bitter, cynical, angry. More than I was, before I met you.

That distant November night.

I had been wondering if I had dreamed all of that crazy month I've spent with you.

Turns out, I didn't, and I did.

I didn't, because it happened. We spent those nights together, we shared some of our troubles, some of our hopes, some of our dreams. I held your hand, and you held mine. We hugged, we cuddled, we made painful, psychotic, wounded love.

I did, because I filtered your character through some thick, distorting lenses. I filled a dark reality with some vivid colors that weren't there. I believed in your words, more than you did yourself. How often did you lie? To what extent? To what end?

I don't wonder anymore. I may never wonder again, or that's how I feel.

I certainly won't guess about you, anymore. I have my answers. I hate having come to my senses but, once you see the light, you can't unsee it anymore.

I'll just pray to the Universe, asking to be freed of the memories of you.