Making room for someone else

I check myself and found out,
I was writing a lot about you,
So I asked myself why,
And I found out my reasons.

I spent a lot of time with you,
Full of anger and sadness,
Sometimes with void I can’t explain,
And my lack of will to live.

I didn’t like what we were,
And you didn’t want to let go,
Because I was your beacon and driftwood,
And you didn’t want to drown.

And I noticed one time,
You can live on your own,
With no need for my support,
But you still wouldn’t let go.

I was useful and beneficial,
With my resources and company,
I was a trophy and a mannequin,
Just for you to show off.

Then I thought again,
I never wrote happy things,
When I thought about you,
Because I wasn’t happy at all.

And I only wrote happy things,
When I look at the future,
Places you wouldn’t be in,
And times you wouldn’t be around.

And now that I’ve left you,
I will exhaust all this angst,
My anger against you,
Then I’ll be writing about someone else.

Good bye to ex-

If I scrolled down far enough,
I would meet you again,
On my timeline and messages,
In my phone and my memory.
If I went to your street,
I can see you as soon as I want.
If I knocked at your door,
You would let me in.
But I’m not allowing myself.
No matter how lonely it gets,
This life and my battles,
Are mine alone now,
And your life and your battles,
You can no longer dump them on me.
I grew up from learning from you,
From learning not get used by you,
And I will never go back to you,
Because I choose to build myself,
And build my own life,
No longer revolving around yours.
Because you had me,
But you did all the wrong things,
You kept on using me,
Disguising it as love,
But it wasn’t.
I was just attached to company,
To history and false promises.
They were all empty things,
You were just using me,
To fill your void that’s not my problem.
So, goodbye,
And good riddance.