I finally got out
your knife
of my back;
I felt disappointed when you
told me it wasn't a lie;
Then, the pain fell over me
like a bucket of ice;
I felt fury because I couldn't deny
that I
still
loved
you;
I accepted that you
didn't love me
as much as I did;
I cried so many times,
I can't even count them with my hands;
The nights were the worst
but I understood,
that's when it all started to heal;
Months later,
I'm not in the same place:
I am finally overcoming you.
YOU ARE READING
METANOIA; poetry.
Poetrymetanoia (noun): the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self or way of life.