When We Met Part Three
His tough love broke me down
His tough love put everything in perspective
His tough love made me better
His tough love brought out perfection
And if it takes me lying in this bed
So be it
It gave him satisfaction
Even though its not what I wanted it to be
He was the manual I followed for love
And everything I followed had me dead
But I saw the grin in his face
So I would follow the script over and over again
But could have things been different?
What would happen if I hadn’t gazed in his bling?
Would it created an effect?
Or would it have not done a thing?
Tough love is bittersweet
And it takes and it takes and takes
Everything out of me for love
But it never make anything beautiful, it would never create
His love was toxic
His love was addicting
I always followed him at every beat
I called it torture, he called uplifting
I was with him in the high
I was with him in the low
Now when I hit rock bottom
He said he has to go
No person found it hard to see
The relationship that we were in wasn’t right
And after he destroyed everything in my life
He decides to leave, and I don’t put up a fight
I am tired of this
Tied down to the bed is the consequence
He left me here sick to die
And went looking for a girl that was a monument
But it love right?
Destroying, hating, belittling
Only person h could love was himself
But everything he done to me was hating
I hate that he tricked me
I hate that I had failed
But not failed to his every obligation and demand
But failed to listen what was always in my hand
I made my voice go mute
Ii stored it and boxed it up in the shelf
Everything I did was for him
I fought for him and never for myself
When everything is said and done
It’s the scars that stay
Its up to me to decide whether I want to keep going forward
Or letting them keep me at bay
I left the hospital looking like me again
The old skeleton puppet was gone
It was up to me to decide
And I want to move on
I look at myself now
I realize I am better that I have ever been
I have found that joy and light
That existed in me from the thick and thin
He was toxic
He was controlling
And what do we do with trash
Well, you know where its going
I have found love
And I have fallen head over heels
Who is that person you might ask?
Well, that person is me
Copyright © Rita Paige | Year Posted 2020
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