I personally think that leaving you was the best and smartest thing I'd don't in a while.
You'd been toxic; a drug that I couldn't escape from.
But when I did, I felt my whole world turn.
The sun shines again. Not for you, but for me this time.
I smiled again. Not because you told me to but because I was happy.
I was nicer.
I talked to the people that I wanted to, not the one you'd deemed proper.
I got my friends back.
You lied, abused, and used me.
And I let you do it for so long it felt normal. Like that was what every relationship was like.
But it's not.
I'm forgetting all about you, and every day it makes me happier.
I've finally escaped you.
