I never loved you.
That is what you assume.
That is what you will say.
I did not return your cloying sentiment
Couched in tired language
Choking me with cliches.
I left: a fact undeniable.
Not that I seek to deny it. I know
I did.
Deliberately.
With forethought.
And relief.
I took your philosophy of taking
Whatever makes you happy
And made it my own
By rejecting
what made me
unhappy.
But how dare I decide
what made me unhappy
was you?
28.11.10
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