The imperfection I’m hiding?
A considerably large and festy cold-sore. Painful too, might I add. Representing emotions that I need to release… words I need to say…
So what is it I need to say to certain people?
You are no longer a part of my life. You have no influence over how I live, how I love, how I parent, what I say, what I do or when I do it. You have no power over my future. My future is shaped entirely by me. By me and the ones I love. And the ones who love me, as I am. Not how they want me to be.
I forgive you because you can’t forgive me. Because does it really matter who was right? Was there even a right or wrong in all that has gone before?
All the same, I won’t let you be a part of those who mean the world to me. I will protect them from that.
So, piss off. Get out of my head. Get out of my sub-conscious. I don’t want you there. You’re not invited and not welcome. The cycle ends here.