If you saw the real picture

The day of cold showers. The reign of tears. Not once has stopped but dare you ever truly listen. Cold. Calculated I seemed. Each day you defended her I knew. I felt it and I was spot on when it was addressed.

The repeat of life. Mine. Tearing me to pieces. Yet did you care, no. Your new one was there. You defend her lies as truth. I let you believe her over me. I let so much go. But I know her.

Oh though I let you think I am evil and uncaring, why?  Because you had already begun to see the goodness in her. The distance you gave me, repeated my life. I thank you for giving me up. For rolling me in the dirt so I could see I needed to be free of her grasps.

Now you find reasons to talk to me. Excuses of that guilt you feel, the obligation the job of being my "friend". I understand.

The pain I feel everyday is a battle within me not to just severe us completely. The crying spells I will get is because I know we have completed our course together. 

You gave me the ultimatum and you didn't even realize it. The day you defended her and called me names. Every day since then I have been weaning off of you. You tell me I am not growing anymore which I know is true. Yet I know why I am not. Sadly you are blind. I deal. I see the truth more than you know. What scares me is that this time you are not the game master but the victim.