Walking Away

I have only thought of you fleetingly

and with disgust over the years,

as I remember you telling me that you loved me...

then minutes later making me burst into tears.

You were someone that refused to constrict their words,

labeling it all as a joke even through drunken slurs.

To be completely honest my disgust for you

started with the offhanded comment that you made to me of Rape,

followed by your amused laughter then confusion

after you knowingly voiced the word

that every woman viciously hates.

A real man would have punched you in the mouth

for making such a comment,

for treating a woman like a rag doll

and only content when she is half broken and bent.

You thought that since someone had set us up together

and you acted like a good boy around others that you

were somehow entitled to me,

as if I weren't a person that could easily break free.

You—much like everyone else—thought

that I wouldn't walk away,

under the delusion that I was weak enough to stay.

Is it really that hard for you

to understand why I walked away,

when you treated me as nothing more

than a game that you liked to play?

It is guys like you that make us women

be wary of you all for giving such a bad name,

because we can't seem to sense the select few

that are abusive to the core

when it's only revealed when their true colors finally came.

But you see my self worth was always more

than that of your fabricated love,

and I hold no doubt that there is someone out there

that I will meet one day to replace you

somehow thinking that I am good enough.

You were always replaceable

no matter how much you thought otherwise,

but a medal and a psych evaluation

should go to the girl that could put up

with your sick humor, your abusive nature

and all of your lies.