Monday, January 19, 2015

I Lose, I Triumph

Dark by Tithi Luadthong
I'm going to live a better, happier life than you deemed I was ever worthy of. Every time my name comes up I hope you choke on it with irritation. That's what you deserve, a life long aversion to the utterance of what once so easily came off your lips. I hope it makes your body fill with pins and needles whose friction tears you up on the inside. You, the creator of your own destruction. I walk away easily knowing you'll bleed from the inside. I am better without you.

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