Being Me At Last

We met at a time when we were young… And believed in the words of love…. You wined me and dined me with your words.. I actually believed what you said… I changed so much in those early years… That I didn’t even know myself… My friends and family became strangers as I put them on a shelf.. Only seeing them when you allowed me and gave permission to myself… I had dreams of my own, to write and publish a book.. However you said..” what have you got to say ?” you’re not all that great anyway.. I put my dreams on hold, cause you told me mine were boring…. Although yours were all talk, as you did nothing to progress.... You never even sought or tried to take a chance much less… Your life became stagnant…and you blamed everyone else.. I gave you permission to run my life, so there’s no one to blame but myself… You were like a person playing chess with themselves, never letting the other advance. My life became so devoted to thee… That I became no longer me… The years slipped by, you became bored with me. So you moved on to destroy another I see….. But now I am happy as can be, and no longer bound by your words you see… You left me with so much to say…that now I can write and publish every single day….