Epilogue

I lie ruffled by the wind
those looks
those stares
I am an open book that everyone is reading and it's your fault.

You did this.

I want to hate you when I see you, as easily as you can discard

I am owned again
I wanted to hate you.
But I did the opposite, instead - foolishly, helplessly, catastrophically.
 

I'm not crazy.
I just got displaced.
 

I thought we were like puzzle pieces
we match no one else.
Nowhere -
homeless in a sense.

But it isn't true, turns out I am a vagabond that found a home that I can't live in.
I don't know how you did this?
Switched something on inside, something that wasn't there, locked up so tightly I had no idea it even existed.

How did you do it?

And more importantly, why couldn’t I make it stop?

Like an unfinished poem, I went on and on, teetering uncertainly on the edge of the end, but never quite jumping off to completion.

Closure and I were never on talking terms -
I suppose this means we never will be.

A bottle of lust, Broken trust,
If you must, Then cut the chord,
This no battle, it's no war.

To be a vindictive fake,
Is more than destiny or fate,
More than pain or heartbreak,
It's the choice you make,
But I can't relate,
To your box shaped heart,
Torn apart or not.
Abuse, refuse, confuse,
Amused- unaware that it comes back to you.

So I purge my head,
My thoughts are bled,
Onto paper instead,
Of to your face, what a waste.
I hold my tongue, I bolt my lungs,
Instead I run, towards the light,
Away from your melodramatic plight,
Your pool of self-pity,
Away from sin city.

As far as I know, I'm letting go,
Curtain falls, the end of the show.