Just Because

Just because you broke up with me, doesn't mean that I'm angry or bitter.
Just because you broke up with me, doesn't mean my fingernails itch to scratch your face, to leave a mark on your flesh to remind you each time you see it that I was one crazy bitch and you were lucky to get out.
Just because you broke up with me, doesn't mean that I wear shorter skirts and parade my arse around like subclass livestock begging for one last shot at the halter
Just because you broke up with me, doesn't mean my head becomes anything but my own to decipher and to heal.
Just because you broke up with me, doesn't mean that my heart is any less mine or any less yours or any less devoted to you and making sure you're ok even though I know you're not.
Just because you broke up with me, doesn't mean I don't care about you.
Just because you broke up with me, doesn't mean I'm going to come crawling back, writhing through my coagulated tears for one touch, one smile, one (or three) words, wading through the filth in my mind that forced me to stop and look at how it really was.
Just because you broke up with me, does not mean I'm broken.
But because you broke up with me, I regained that strength you fell in "love" with.