Walking away….
Darling you’ve lost
Your game is at an end
You’ve played it well
But to you,
No longer I bend.
You caused great suffering
And heartache and pain
But I’ve regained my equilibrium
While you turn further insane.
This stain will be forgotten
The wounds will fade
I’ll move on and move up
While you stay on in junior grade.
You thought to break me?
You thought I was weak?
That I would lie down to your violence
That I would submit without a squeak?
The tables have turned my love
The hunter turns prey
Your blue and white clouds
Will now transform to grey.
Your soul - if it ever existed
Is destined for hell
Return to your cave now
Shield yourself in your fragile shell.
Your strength turns out to be
Your one great weakness
Your talent with your fists
Your main cause for stress.
Yet I know that your machismo
Is just another front
As fake as fake can be
Like your fake male grunt
Am I to blame for your failings as a man?
Am I to blame for your tiny member?
While you ranted and raved the years through,
I waited for the liberating air of December.
I see you now, I see you clear;
And it’s not just me but Karma too.
Already I feel my memories of you die
And I know I’ll never again recognise you.
Like autumn leaves you will fall and wither
And I’ll count my blessings and my lucky star,
That I escaped, that I survived, that I lived;
In spite of your best efforts to keep my sanity afar.
So farewell my darling,
May we never meet again
May our future meetings be decided
By an ‘if’ and not a ‘when’?
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