Cataract

I went to a party this weekend. Someone mentioned you and I looked at the beer in my hand, chugged the last 3/4ths of it and moved on to the alcohol. I didnt think about you for the rest of the night. I didnt think about how you only talked to me when you needed something. I didnt think about how you only hung out with me when you wanted something. I didnt think about how you used me to keep him off your mind only to run back to him shortly after. He treated you worse than dirt, he ignored you when you needed him, he pretended nothing was wrong when the foundation of your world was crumbling around you. He hit you, physically harmed you, not once, but multiple times. Yet you went back to him.

I told you how i felt about you, you didnt care, you manipulated those feelings, the trust we established as if they meant nothing. I hope you get what you want. I hope you were right when you said he will never hit you again. I hope you get everything you could ever want in life. I honestly do... But if you don't dont come running to me about it. My back is turned, for everything we had, the memories, the laughter, the tears, the moments, they are dead to me. They are irredeemable and buried in a dormant place inside of me where i will never go again.

Though as a final thought, I do owe you a final thanks. It was through your selfishness, your awareness of only yourself, and your manipulative ways that i have learned. learned to care only for myself. To put everyone behind me and to march on. And when you realize you need me and how good i was, I wont need you in my life because my future is so bright.