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By Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 6 years ago Updated 3 years ago 2 min read
Resent
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Dear Ex,

I resent my heart for the things that it holds and my mind for the thoughts that it wont let go . I hate my head, lips and mouth for telling you so.

I regret telling you things I should have kept safe , from the callous disregard you have for my space .

The tones that you use when you start to erase , the fact and events that clearly took place - for a wordy time that never existed. No matter how adamantly I have insisted

Your skill to design and rearrange all the facts , to neatly and strangely shove my back, into a corner of words

I continue on cue to react to the game , knowing no matter what, it all ends the same.

I will cry and defend turning myself inside out , while you stir up the storm reminding me about -things that you heard but you cant tell me who , but I don’t respond right so the lie must be true .

And I keep spinning round the words that you choose , till I’m tied up in ropes made of words.

Tangled in innuendo and speculation , constantly defending my situation - when all along it was only a hoax.

A ploy to keep me trapped in a prison of lies.

But oh no, no way - not this time - this time I have the strength and the power to cut through this web.

No longer clinging to what i did in the past , breaking free and just leaving instead.

Free myself, and be my own salvation, I don’t know why I didn’t before.

I’ve picked myself up and gathered my pride no longer stuck on the floor.

I finally found some self respect, not to lay there and take anymore.

So, the next time my name crosses your lips, and you long for the days when I gave a shit.

Just remember your choices brought us to this place, but I took the blame, so that you could save face.

I’ll forgive and forget, cause the weight wears me down. I no longer want that mess hanging around.

So, goodbye and good luck with your life after me, it won’t take to long for me to believe, fate has taught me a lesson about loving myself. I don’t need you no more, you can go f**@ yourself

Sincerely,

Me

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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden

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    Written by Kelli Sheckler-Amsden