I used to hear your name and scream inside
and want to punch something…
I used to have fantasies of all the horrible things
he would do to you
when he realized you were just as broken as me
…I used to think of doing them myself.
I used to hope for the day when you realized
you were being manipulated too,
just like me…
except on the other side.
And then you might call me and say
That day didn’t come.
But as time has passed,
I feel compassion for you anyway.
I feel grateful you were in his life
to give me the straw to leave that day.
I saw his and my paths no longer crossed.
I saw who he really was.
And I escaped.
I hope you did too.