Here we are again
Staring at the same blank walls.

The cracks you left are still there
Everyone of them is a memory.

I’m fixated by the mess you left behind
It surges through me. Inviting me to join in the terror.

But I must resist.
You were horrible and have become worthless in my eyes.
Your only purpose to me was to cause a conflict.
Never a resolution.

Only hatred.

I forgave you for the person that you became.
I moved on from you and your poisonous personality.

And yet, here I am.
Constantly reminded of the wreckage that you left behind.
Never to be fixed again. All I’m able to do is patch up the holes you created.
I’m not perfect and I refused to be shaped into what you wanted me to be.

I will never understand why torture was your favorite pastime.

...I won’t miss you