We don’t match
There’s no harmony between souls like us
and when I let go of the illusions
of what could have been
Let go of the resentment
of narcissistic behaviour
of insecure games
and see the weakness
for what it is
I feel at ease for having dodged that bullet
But before all of that
I let my ego take charge
throw a tantrum for not having my way
letting myself loose my shit
cutting him off
like there’s no tomorrow
throwing him out the door
like he was yesterday’s trash
And we could spend days
weeks
months
years
treating each other like shit
But this time
I am looking
at my own stuff
and instead of throwing it all at you
I am cleaning up my own mess
My Maddy Travel 