When the direct question was posed the political response was given, to me, your child. Empty are your words, empty is your soul. Ploughed through my heart taking the best of my love, turning it to dust. From dust we came and to dust we shall return, so death is the gift received in exchange for the gift of love.
Yet I hoped, longed. That you would see the error and attempt to correct it, if only to appease a wounded and broken soul. You sort only to eagerly acquiesce to the request that things be over, put to rest, shut away.
Did you sigh a breath of relief and smile to yourself, mentally saying "Finally?" I think you did, I think you were glad that it was finally over, that the ploy to discourage my emotional attachment had finally succeeded. no thought as to the mental pain and emotional mess you left me in.
I will be stronger now, stronger than I was before.
Aware now, more than ever before that all that glitters isn't necessarily gold. It might just be a greasy-ass diarrhoea, much like the words flowing freely from you lips.
Note well, Mr. You came in, you saw, you ruined.
I do not hate you, I do love you but today I say, no-more. No more lies and excuses, no more broken promises and no more pain.
Thank you for your presence and IF you ever wish to 'fix-it' you know where how to reach me.
Kind regards and a cool, calm and collected fare thee well.
