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I.



I'm tired,

I'm putting this to rest.

For someone who doesn't want to be stalked,

You look for it...you do your very best.



But this is why I'm not angry anymore...

I got to you so bad...

You reached out to settle a score...

On someone, who has nothing to do with this.



You may try to take her job away,

But you can't stop a subpeona come what may.



I feel really violated,

On my right to free speech.

The right as a soldier you tell me you would...



DIE!



TO PROTECT!



I can't voice anything here...

Not my anger...

Not my rage...

Not my hurtfulness...or tears.



BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER ANY MORE!



Because, in the process I forgot,

Something so impotant...



You got so far under my skin

My power, I dropped.



NO WONDER I'VE FELT STRUNG ALONG.



This last case proves...

You want the Drama...

You want some kind of "last word"...

Some validation that you can say, "I win."



And for some reason,

I forgot that you taught me this.



When your ex started Drama,

When your other ex...

Showed up at the "Funny Bone" joke house,

You were terrified,

We had to leave...



You said,



"I'll have patience now...

There is a time for all things...

And I'll handle it appropriately.

So that when I meet my maker,

I can say I did it the right way... and I did my best."







II.



Thank-you for placing the "stalking order one me".

You knew I would always love you,

Just know, that aptly so,

The anger you've evoked has killed it.

Like you tried to speed up time...

In relation to my healing process.



Any remains of love so sweet,

Are like trampled succulent reeds...

Under your feet.



There is nothing you have...

Except some emails, maybe...

You had my passwords...



And you being "a net-nut-junkie-geek"...

It would not have made a difference...

If you lived with me,

Or someone else...

You'd still try and cause drama for yourself.



This is why,

On bended knee,

I've tried to make this public cry,

For the Lord to forgive me...

Because...

In all my anger,

In all my sorrows,



YOU ARE THE ONE...

WHO WILL SEW FEAR IN ALL YOU TOMORROWS.



And All I can do,

Is stop trying to "protect" me...

I don't think you have anything substantial...

Because you see...



When I sit in front of my creater,

(Like you), I can say I did my best.

And in my heart of hearts,

I know who and what I am.

And I know...

I'm not capable of these heinous things...

These accusations you've hurled at me.



My friends know me,

My mother knows me,

(Why would she listen to your threat?)

My God knows me...

And we all know, I've done my best.

So lock me up and throw away the key,

You may think you have won,

But you'll never get to me.



And this is why I let you go...



I feel sorry for you,

And this drama need you feed...



I'm just stepping back....

TO STOP FIGHTING THE NEED...

TO COVER MY ASS AT EVER TURN...

TO STOP BEING PARANOID...

TO AVOID BEING ANNOYED...



TO SET MYSELF FREE..



TO SIMPLY, TAKE CARE OF ME.