Thoughts come and go.

Remembering the pain

All through the summer

and into the fall.

Trying to understand

What was happening.

Never getting an answer that made sense.

Til two weeks ago.

Summer wasted

Waiting for you, and you were never going to be there.

You watched my pain

And reveled in it.

Played it,

like the guitar you gave her.

Used my pain,

Used my love,

Used my body

To make yourself feel good.

Anger rushes in

And then it rushes out.

I’m free.

No illusions

About who you were.

Or what you did.

Or what you were trying to do.

No illusions.

No pretty pictures.

No excuses.

Hard cold truth

Set me free.

Someone else can cry over you now

If there’s anyone left.

No illusions

Just hard cold truth.

The hard cold truth is far more beautiful

Than the sloppy, ugly, evil lies that poured out of your mouth.

No illusions.

Just freedom.

The truth has set me free.