although bitterness holds me hostage
(seeping through my veins like a long forgotten addiction)
I do owe you my gratitude
for you taught me things I never would have dreamed of knowing
(of knights, of dragons, of love and betrayal)
so I cannot look at you and say
good riddance
without whispering "good luck" as well
(neither is a statement of hate, although both bleed from bullet wounds)
I love you dear
(or is it the you I thought I knew which I love?)
