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I think I am better off without you.

Bereft of love, for sure,

(or so you called it)

But also bereft of the lies that seem to be

          packaged with it.

Wrapped up and beautiful.

The bow was so pretty.



But looks can be deceiving.





The knife that you used

          to carve out my heart

Is washed and dried;

You still look at it every day,

And it is displayed above your mantle.

Luckily, my heart escaped that fate.



Even my dreams are vacant,

but at least not tortured.



Even my touch is withered,

but at least I am not assaulted.



Even my body is sore,

but at least I am not you.