'sweetie-' you try,
and I snarl, animalistic and afraid.
because I'm not your 'sweetie',
haven't been for a while now,
as you try to convince me that what
you did was okay, that it wasn't your fault.
i know it was, I knew it from the moment
I spun on my heel and turned to face you,
sitting in the courtroom, calm as can be.
and I left. i had to.
you were never in love with me,
not the way you said.
to you, they were just words,
to me, they were a promise.
i can't live like this,
and I'm not sure I ever did.
what I wasted years in couldn't really
be called 'living', after all.
'try again' I growl, and I leave,
for the final time, this is the last time I slam this door.
or so I tell myself.
we both know I'll be back.