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Dear you-who-hurt-me,
I’m in a good place.
my shrink calls it ‘stage five of grief’.
which is just a fancy phrase for Acceptance..
he was right though..
the denial, anger, bargain and depression were worth this feeling.
can’t believe I’m here really..
..in this place…
..this great mind space.
Hi,
thank you..
..for hurting me and making me a fool for love..
in you, I found a part of me ..and she was ugly.
it’s a pity all the things she did to make you stay willingly..
she knew you were wrong.
wrong for me,…wrong for loving you..
but you were always so terrific at persuasion, sadly.
Remember when you called me beautiful??
That I was everything wanted in a woman??
Boy did i cherish the way those lies rolled right off your tongue…in great relish
all wrongs became right whenever you lied.
I miss the way you parried all my friends who cared.
it was our Wonderland! ..always you and me..
till you finALI CEased everyone’s hold on me
multitasking all my human needs
so everyone else, I didn’t need.
Bubble was great ..
only, …you’d go home..
home to her…
and I wasn’t allowed to BE her.
but hey,
I let it go…
our future, and all its hopes
I forgive you,
I know it says seventy times seven but if i add all the sleepless nights and tears, you sure wouldn’t make it to heaven!
You stained my heart with distrust
but I’ve been through surgery so
I won’t ask, “How could you do that?”
your answer might just rescar me.
I always wanted you to come back..
pleading, like a child, for my hand
but your knees chose her
and that’s okay..
I’m grateful!
You led me to myself, she needed cleansing
so I guess a ‘thank-you’ is in order.
Meet you in the ring of regret one day
where I will gladly throw punches
of forgiveness to your face wholly
..in anger, of course, very holy.
No, I won’t pray for your curses…
standing before HIM, you’ll fail to handle the fall
a sight that will break my heart, into pieces.
HIS wrath is trouble, ask the devil..
I suppose you and him are close!… lol..
Don’t take it personal
He loves you regardless..
I mean, He led me to write to you in love and nothing else
But I’m a work in progress
So don’t come at me with songs of reminiscence
Don’t invite me to the attic of memories
to perform rituals of replay on my lips.
You may have unlocked my heart and bolted with the keys
But HE’s surgically implanted His heart and changed the locks so really..
all remnants of you had to flee.
I can only exercise kindness,
run on the treadmills of mercy
sweat beads of patience and choose to love you,..
despite you!
..but only as He leads..
For ‘He takes away the first to establish the second’
now that, I believe.
Hi,
I heard she’s in love with you,..
I pray you don’t make her blue..
cos she’s a daughter of Eve too..
For me, that bitter pill is finally beginning to peel..
so I accept my part and I let it go…
I accept…and I heal.
with Godly love,
Ty.
~sheyla~..based on a true story of a friend (name withheld)
p.s To you who relates, allow God to heal you with time…and please don’t worry, you’ll be fine!:)