Poison Fruit

You raised me up, then brought me down. In between we loved, fought and got caught in one another’s web of insincerity and deep-felt need. The spaces were filled with warmth, passion and a chill that could turn your toes black. I yearned for and felt your presence long after you were gone. The after-effects of your rhetoric seeped into the contours of my brain; influencing my thoughts and dictating my deeds. You were in my life for a reason. To teach me what I can do without and to-- damn it, I hate to admit this-- You taught me to love and think for myself. I may have gone kicking and screaming as I learned to do this-- obstructing your wisdom and negating the power you had over me. Today I am better off without you, because I’m not the same me. Thank you for helping me grow, but no thank you for weaving yourself into my very being to the point where I was no longer me. The bottom dropped out. The puzzle lost it’s pieces. I had to reconfigure those pieces to fit into a whole new me. The power of thought gives me the ability to choose to take what moves me ahead and disregard what keeps me still. Thank you for being in my life, because I wouldn’t be here without the good and the bad of you.