I still hurt sometimes,
It's true,
But the pain is nothing in comparisonTo 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.