Freedom?!

Everything about him
spoke to the inner recesses
of my soul...
He came to me...
in a moment of adversity...
and he seemed to offer...
comfort...to me.
I so sincerely thought he was
just what i needed...
because love is blind...
I never heeded
the warning signs...
blinking like neon on a
Vegas strip...
I simply took the emotional trip with him...
and when I fell...he
held me for a little while...
and then he dropped me...
and he played this
vicious game of
cat and mouse with me...
he'd pick me back up and comfort me...
kiss away the pain and
whisper apologeties with lips pressed to
bruised and battered flesh...and I...
in all my naive stupidity wrapped up in a
comforting blanket of codependcy...
would listen to his words and
will myself to believe...
how could I ever have fallen prey to
such treachorous debauchery...
he...
made...
a fool of me.
Over and over again...he
never put his hands on me... oh no...
this was not one of those men to
ever mar or mark the flesh of a
woman...but he would
terrorize my soul...the very core of my being...
leaving me on the brink of
emotional death...
denying my spiritual breath...
and would act as though
a generic I'm sorry... sometimes laden with
condescension...would do...
oh...I was such a fool...
so manipulated and twisted in this
tangled fallacy of love...
and...in order to free myself...I had to
dismember myself...leaving behind
appendages... bits and pieces of self
still tangled within his hell...
and I may be
incomplete...
now that I am free...
and I may
still lament a love lost
to lies and the highest severity
of dishonesty...
but my wise mind
is now able to see...

Im FREE.

FINALLY.