I’m sorry I needed to hear you say it. I’m sorry I was so needy, so desperate to hear you tell me to my face. I’m sorry I wouldn’t let go until you did. But I’ve changed. I know how to take a hint. I won’t bother you anymore. I won’t keep dragging you down, hurting you, taking you to dark places you don’t want to be. I’ll listen to what you’re really saying instead of requiring you to tell me. I’ll read what I’ve been seeing between the lines for a long time, but tried so hard to ignore, simply because I didn’t want it to be true. I know you’re done with me. I’m completely used up. You have no more need for me. I knew it for a long time, but had to hear you say it before I would release you. I know that’s a hard thing to say to anyone, even after you’re finished with them, so I’m done waiting for you, expecting you to. You’re free. Free from me, free from my *******, free from my hurtful abusive captivity. I won’t hurt you anymore.
Last thing I'm posting on this site. Not a poem, but there was just no way to even bother making this into "poetry".