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Odes to Life, Love, Loss, and Loyalty - 1. Chapter 1
Love and Violence in the Afternoon
I need to remember all of that morn as a lesson
When acknowledged truth cleared my vision
And betrayal raged through me like a hot fire
This day I finally came to terms with my own folly
Your view of love was a warped and selfish one
Because it never impeded your basest needs
Yet, you insisted on keeping me trapped in lies
Until I found my way to unsheathing the truth
How your constant volatility kept me off balance
Enough that I blamed myself for your penchant
To wander, without requiring you to pay any price
I saw it all laid out before me because I pushed
And to see it was to be ashamed I could love you
That I could be easily manipulated, and so brazenly
How I closed my ears to all the whispered history
Verification of how you really only loved yourself
Rose-colored glasses disintegrated in minutes
As I watched your face while demanding answers
How could I have ever believed the likes of you?
How could I have lost myself to such a monster?
Love was something I had thought of as pure
But I changed that day in a most profound way
As the carefully crafted clouds around your true self
Disintegrated like tissues against my raging river
I witnessed your rising fear as I pressed you to uncloak
I saw your panic, for I had never challenged you before
But this day was different… it was the end of pretense
And I no longer feared losing someone I saw no depth in
You should never have grabbed my arm and yanked
Pushing between me and the door when I sought to leave
The fool you are didn’t see your controlling days were over
Or that trying to hold me in place was now a symbol of our past
Admittedly, I had never taken you as stupid before
Yet you really believed you could continue to bully me
Even after witnessing my deep conviction to walk away
Because you had never taken the time to truly see me
Maybe that was my fault, for letting you tread all over me
Maybe it was my fault I had to use violence to end your grip
Maybe it was my fault the fist I swung was greased with hate
But it was your fault we died that day. Happy anniversary.
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