Unhealthy.

I don’t want to describe any hurt feelings,
Or rake the coals over for any lost meanings,
I have no desire to dissect everything,
Or get to the bottom of your horrid mood swings,
There’s no use in spending a shred more on you,
This wide open freedom was long overdue,
Your venomous essence and landscape of doom,
Your sour-puss presence that swallows a room,
I feel many stones lighter since going my way,
That shadowy darkness is drifting away,
After over a year’s worth of character play,
Now I can focus on myself everyday,
I’m tired and weary of vampires like you,
Who do what you like and like what you do,
Getting over on anyone you can spit your lies to,
And you’ve got a chip on both shoulders, to boot,
The effect of seeing true colors at last,
Has been to make me question our collective past,
That pedestal crumbled and dumped you on your ass,
The truth has set me free to get far away, and fast;
And I know damned well that you’ll lie to yourself,
About the unfairness of the hand you’ve been dealt,
To transfer all blame is a game you can’t seem to help,
I finally comprehend how bad you’ve been for my health.

Dot.

I can be angry
and not wish you ill
for all of the things
that I’m discovering still;

I can resent you
and not stand in the way
of the places you’re going
with me out of your face;

I can choose to
turn away
and not listen
to a word you say;
Which admittedly,
is hard on me
because I don’t usually
roll that way;

I can write of
the promises made
and broken between
the exact same space;

I can hold grudges
that turn into
massive tidal waves
that will swallow you

I can choose to
follow along
with the flock
that sings your song;
which truthfully
just isn’t me
so please –
don’t get me wrong.

I can be nothing,
to you, in your life
and this will
suit me just fine;

You can still see me
though I’m only a dot,
in your rear view
on a map that you lost.

Dot.

I can be angry
and not wish you ill
for all of the things
that I’m discovering still;

I can resent you
and not stand in the way
of the places you’re going
with me out of your face;

I can choose to
turn away
and not listen
to a word you say;
Which admittedly,
is hard on me
because I don’t usually
roll that way;

I can write of
the promises made
and broken between
the exact same space;

I can hold grudges
that turn into
massive tidal waves
that will swallow you

I can choose to
follow along
with the flock
that sings your song;
which truthfully
just isn’t me
so please –
don’t get me wrong.

I can be nothing,
to you, in your life
and this will
suit me just fine;

You can still see me
though I’m only a dot,
in your rear view
on a map that you lost.