Thoughts I have

Repairs

Like a vat of melted wax you poured yourself all over my life. Every part of me was connected to you. I had no way to breathe. It took me all of these years to realize I wasn't the weak one here suffering with nowhere to catch a fresh breathe of air, it's you who needed me to form your life around. The only way to get some sense of myself and fill my lungs was by tearing holes in you. With every mean, unkind, hurtful word I became someone I hated just to survive. Finally, with all the holes in you, I can break completely free, step past the messy pile I've left you in. I'm sorry for the time it'll take to repair yourself, but it was either you or me to suffer. I did my share.