I’m flushing you from my system with this vivid dream sobriety
Learning how to hold onto my own hard-earned notoriety
Wishing women were believed more by the general society
But its cool. I bounced and am walking.
Sunrise looks a lot brighter now, you’re not here to make it grey
My mind, your favorite toy to play with, I no longer am your prey
I wonder if my healing, thriving is giving you dismay?
I don’t care about the answer. I know you be balking.
The only mourning I hold is for the teenagers we were
Recognizing stains of war, pulling out the burrs
We clung to each other, forced our pasts to be a blur
Fuck it was hard, our childhoods were shocking.
One of us got well while dying, the cracks began to show
I knew it was over, seeing Pamplona in the snow
You confirmed it laying hands, I knew I had to go
Though you must hate it, the truth is what I’m hocking.
I get some pleasure knowing that you couldn’t be alone
You had to rinse, repeat, settle with a hollow drone
For years I was convinced you had a heart, but it’s a Blarney Stone
You proved it with the fiction you be talking.
A year out, scars are healing, my future’s looking bright
For the first time in a while, I’m not living in a fight
Speaking truth, building craft, ferocious for my light
I don’t feel you in my mind, harming it or stalking.
So I keep walking.