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The life You stole~

Master Weaver of Lies

There are times I wonder about how you just moved on…you made it look simple.
Drop the axe on the cord and severe it with no looking back. So absorbed in yourself indulgent and very self-inflicted pain that you never looked at the devastation that you brought into my world. How did I deserve that?
 
You presented yourself as a victim of love and broken promises, and yet it was just a blueprint of lies used to lure in the sad and vulnerable.
Laughter echo's inside my mind at times. The first phone call, with you talking like Pee Wee Herman.  My ribs never ached so much after we met.  The laughter was so foreign in my life,  you were birthing new virgin territory.  The expansion of breath almost killed me.  You and my belief in your integrity almost killed me.

What I loved in you was the fact that you told me you never judged anyone by outward appearance.  You looked inside the soul first and loved the exterior for the uniqueness everyone brought to life’s table.  What a lie that was.  After making love you cut my body down and asked me if I should order a salad…I was good enough to fuck and that’s it right?  
Five years of loving, laughter and play and “maybe you should order a salad”…  You took what beauty God/Universe gave me and spit on it.  You became ugly to me…ironic isn’t it?  Maybe a spiritual salad would make you pretty and fit.  Or maybe an honest apology to me would have helped lift this up and out in a decent way.  But no, I didn’t even get that.

Because of you…I don’t trust men.  Because of you I am happy single.  Because of you I hate salads.  Fuck you by the way.

Despite the hurt, anger and frustration in the end…I wish you love, healing and a different life than the one you offered to those you said you loved.  Your people deserve that, and somewhere in this crazy life and world you deserve it too.  

Despite the silent apology.

Tracey_Leigh
Written by Tracey_Leigh
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My last words being spent on an empty man and empty memories....
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