Monday, 8 January 2024

To his new lover (s)

 He's going to paint a picture for you,

One in which there are rose gardens and beautiful sunsets,

One where he is the victim in his past relationship.

He's going to tell you stories about how toxic I am, and you'll believe him,

He might even use the same tactic he used on me and admit to you that he regrets not having married me,

Who knows.

You're going to fall for his charm and his potential,
You're going to think to yourself: what a great guy, and you'll believe I'm just some crazy ex.
You're going to want to heal his wounds just like I did.

You're going to admire what looks like dedication to his son,
But you won't know what's really going on,
You'll find his false displays of parenting attractive even,
Little do you know.

You won't realize it at first,
None of us did,
Some sooner than later,
For your sake I hope it's sooner.

He will chip away at you,
Little by little,
The next thing you know, you're begging him to stay after he left you alone having a grand mal seizure earlier that day,
And you will still stay.

He will degrade you to me,
He will brag about you to his "friends",
But it won't be in the way that you'd hoped,
It won't be about how wonderful you are, no, he'll call you easy or needy depending on what he knows will hurt you most.

His mother will love you at first,
Make no mistake her charm is just as intoxicating,
I hope you never get tangled in her web,
She'll only tell her son how she feels like she's loosing him to you...
I shit you not.

He'll tell you everything you want to hear at first,
Then the games begin,
The abuse and weaponised incompetence,
That's only just the beginning.

He'll slowly but surely make you start to believe,
That you are and have been the source of any and all conflict and that you need help,
You might even go for a full psych evaluation,
I reccomend that actually, it helps.

He'll invalidate you so subtly,
You might not even realize it at first,
That's how they work their way down to figuring out what really hurts,
Then he'll tell you that you're imagining things.

I hope you get out then, because if you don't,
It gets much much worse,
You'll completely loose yourself in the madness,
You won't recognize yourself in the slightest.

It's the most torturous process,
The pain is something words cannot possibly describe,
He will discard you over and over and over again,
I can't even begin to explain

Get out,
Get out now,
Don't end up having four abortions only for him to then tell you he has no intention of marrying you,
Don't end up having his child and then be left a single mother.

You don't want this,
I promise you,
He will completely destroy you,
And if you ever doubt it you only need ask yourself these two basic and easy questions:

1. What kind of man witnesses someone hes been with for six years go through an abortion and doesn't do everything in his power to prevent that from ever happening to her again? What justification or reason does he have for putting her through four abortions and then literally breaking up with her because, and I quote: he had no intention of marrying her.

2. What kind of woman actively chooses to not give her son a family and a home with mom and dad, what kind of women walks away from a family for her son, why would she actively choose to walk away from what's most important to her if she had any other choice? Surely it needs to be unbearable abuse for her to choose to leave?

And if you still doubt the words on this page,
Let me tell you a little secret,
I have a recording you're welcome to,
A recording where he tells me that you're needy and can't make him cum and that he had no intention of marrying you...

Get
Out
Now

While you still can. 

SEVERING SURVIVAL LIMBS

 I still hurt sometimes,

It's true,

But the pain is nothing in comparison
To the torture of being with you.

It may take time,
I know it won't always be easy,
But it's without a doubt,
A million times easier than loving you.

I know you knew me before,
I know you knew how to hurt me like no one else,
But those old triggers are not there anymore,
Watching you repeat the abuse cycle once more.

I may have moments of flash backs,
A sort of emotional PTSD,
But as complex as it may be,
I have healed the most fundemental traumas that you used to use to control me.

I do suffer brief moments of sympathy,
For your crippled and completely disabled emotional body,
But how folish of me to waste the energy,
You don't have the self awareness to even see your disabilities let alone feel remorse for the pain with which you plagued me.

I may suffer from phantom limbs,
I may still find myself reminded of the trauma of it all,
But the blindside of these moments are a reprive,
In comparison to having to put up with you in my face, and in my space and in my every fucking thought...

I will make light work of the rest of this,
Soon you'll have absolutely no impact on me at all,
But you,
You're in for lifetime of misery, entirely self inflicted so all I feel is pity.

I don't only pity you,
I pity your next victim with excruciating anxiety too,
But pray is all I can do,
Pray she gets out before you use, abuse, impregnate and discard her too, how many more abortions and broken families will truly satisfy you?

I feel nothing but nausea when I think of you,
When I force myself to confront my deepest feelings about you,
But the nausea is a blessing,
It means I'm in the final stages of healing,
Finally rid of the cancer that was you.