Some relationships end with a fight, others slowly fade until the words are obsolete. There is no reason to remind each other of things past. There are no words to mend what has been done. I no longer feel the need to yell or prove you wrong. I need nothing from you anymore, but there are things I want to say.

I loved you.

I’m not really sure who you are, but I loved what I knew. You twisted, beautiful liar. I loved you and it never mattered. My words were a grain of sand in your egotistical desert.

You hurt me.

As much as I’d like to say it didn’t matter, it did. You never cared and I always did. The plans you proposed and never followed through. The words you whispered in darkness washed away by the harsh reality of morning sun. You knew how to hurt me and did it over and over again. You looked into my eyes, and lied as if I meant nothing at all. I know now that admitting you hurt me doesn’t give you any power. It gives me the power to move on.

You used me.

Let’s not pretend anymore. I was a convenient pawn in a much larger game of sadistic bullshit you were playing. You were good, but I am better. I am better than that and I am smarter than that. Thank you for playing, please never come again.

I lied too.

You lied. Your lies could fill the depths of the oceans unknown. My lies, much less subtle, may have gone unnoticed to you. I’m not proud of my deceit, but I will not deny it felt good. Unknown to you, I am intelligent. I knew you lied, and I chose to believe otherwise. I tried to see the good, which was virtually nonexistent. I played along until I decided it just wasn’t worth it anymore.

I’m over you.

The most beautiful thing about being over someone is that I don’t need to tell you for it to feel damn good. I used to feel this need for your admittance, for your apology, but not anymore. I took a long, strange way around, but I finally got here.

Boy, bye.