Vindicate

When I told you not to call anymore,

it was not a suggestion, it was an order.

You seemed to forget all the horrors,

that you inflicted on me.

Too bad, that I don't forget,

even though I have forgiven.

Your face when I told you to go,

was my vindication.

It reaffirmed that I had changed,

and my strength had taken hold.

I don't think you expected,

that I could finally fight back.

The tears did not mean that you had won,

they were a testament to,

what I had forgiven and let go of.

The anxious nights and the fear.

The absolute paralyzing jealousy,

when you once again lied to my face.

I still do not understand,

why you wanted to hurt me.

All I ever did was love,

a man that did not have a soul.

You can't change a Devil,

posing as an Angel.

To this day, I struggle with the why's.

Why you pushed me to the edge,

why you acknowledged you were bad for me,

and still kept pressuring for more.

I guess, I learned the greatest lesson.

A wounded heart, will believe every lie.

Now the wounds are healed,

but the scars are visible.

I don't mind them as much,

but I know they scare many.

I choose to believe,

I am still beautiful.