Smug with the knowledge of who you really were
And who I really am
And why we really aren't
Anymore

Lately I find myself choking on the lies you fed me,
Gasping, gagging, heaving them out
I can finally  breathe in the air of truth that has been sealed from me for so so long
Like the instantaneous dread of having bills sent to your home,
Only to take a closer look and realize it was addressed to someone else
Like believing you may have let the best thing that's ever happened to you slip from your fingertips,
Only to find out they let you slip months earlier,
When they had a little more fun at that party than they had mentioned
With a girl that wasn't you