Breaking up is like ripping off a Band-Aid,
Or so I’ve been told.
But I’ve been deceived
For this feels like an amputation.

Not a skin-deep scratch, oh no.
A gaping wound
Left unnoticed, subject to neglect,
Taking on an infection.

Setting fire,
Climbing its way through my veins,
Consuming me,
Tainting every thought and every action.

And I must stop it
Before it possesses all of me.
With each saw of the blade,
I detach myself from the decaying limb.

Screaming out in pain.
The severed nerves beg me to stop.
But I must continue, to free myself
From the lethal virus that is you.

Though painful,
I know it had to be done.
In order to salvage
As much of myself as possible.

The job finished,
I examine the damage
And smile bitterly to myself.
It had to be done.

Condemned to a limp
Or the reliance of crutches,
I am still stronger
Than I ever was with you.

I stand on my own now.
I am finally my own person,
Free from the venomous parasite.
It had to be done.