It happened again

You were frustrated

You yelled.

You were wronged

I was unsure

You cast blame.

I had to fix it

I have to fix it

I fix everything.

You don’t get it

You won’t get it

It’s all about you.

I’m done with this

I’m over the blame

I will rectify if I did wrong

But this is the End.

I’ve been picking up the pieces of my life

I have this image of what my life is supposed to be

Like a rubic cube with all the colors and squares perfect.

Someone dropped the rubic cube.

It’s in pieces on the floor and the stickers have all come off

I’m picking the pieces up

I’m going to realign the squares so the mechanism works

The colors will never be perfect again.

I’m learning to be okay with that

It’s a process but healing is happening

Rebuilding is happening

It will look different when finished

No longer broken, just changed.

Change is good

I’ve gotten lost.

I’ve lied to myself.

I’ve tried and tried.

I couldn’t make sense of what was happening.

It didn’t seem right or fair.

Negative thoughts filled my soul.

I needed peace and tranquility

I screamed words I didn’t ever think I would say.

You agreed, refused to listen or change.

I’m broken.

You still don’t see me

It’s all about you…and what you think things should be.

However, I don’t agree.

I’m not who I thought I was.

I’m not who you thought I am

This is bigger than me. This is bigger than you

I don’t hate you, but I can’t live with you.

I’m stronger alone than we were together…because I have to be and I always had to be.

You still don’t get it…but I’m starting to understand.

I’m finding ME again…