I succumbed to you, despite the fact that I knew you weren’t right.

When I initially met you, I knew you would give me inconvenience. Something about that sassy grin. Something about the way you snickered and made jokes. Something about the way you took a gander at me. Something about the way you influenced me to feel. I knew you weren’t right.

I, now, figure the most noticeably awful part is that I was cautioned about men like you – the smooth talkers, the loving backstabbers, the ones whose appeal can veil their most profound and darkest goals. What’s more, despite the fact that the signs were all over the place, waving their brilliant warnings, imploring me to pivot and to go no further, I disregarded them with expectations of demonstrating the Universe as wrong.

I Opened Up To You.

I could converse with you about anything. You supported me even when I was unaware that I required it. Some way or another you influenced me to surmise that you were what I was searching for. Not just that, you kissed me and revealed to me I was gorgeous and that I was what you were searching for. You made me believe that we’re meant for each other.

With each warm touch and with each promising and motivating word, I let you tear down my walls. And with every message you sent me, and every call you made to me, you let me trust that you were digging in for the long haul; that you were genuine.

Yet, now, as I lay here in my bed, alone, knowing very well indeed that you are out there setting your lure for the next, I’m proud that I understood your game before becoming a victim. You saw me as an amusement to be played. An empire to be conquered.

I knew you couldn’t have cared as much as you said or as much as your false signals would persuade. Be couldn’t I notice all of it much before? I could but I chose not to. I needed to absorb the sentiments of adoration. I needed to be a piece of something so gravely that I nearly risked myself.

You Weren’t One Amongst The Typical Bad Guys

You didn’t endeavor to hurt me or persuasively take my credulous heart. You were crafty and by one means or another persuaded me to offer it to you. Had I not been cautious enough, you would have rested my heart in your trophy case next to others.

Here’s what I Want You To Know Player

I have stolen a large portion of my heart back, yet there is a part of me that needs you to keep that last piece.

Because I’m certain that one day when I discover the love I’m searching for, you’ll feel the guilt of deception, the guilt of being savagely selfish.  I need you to take a gander at yourself and consider how you could be so cold as to treat me as you did; to lose me.

I need you to keep that little bit of me as a reminder that you once broke me… But I was more grounded. I collected myself, pulled out this and I discovered bliss regardless of your constant efforts to torment me with your moving in and out of the relationship every now and then.

You may have been sufficiently strong to break me, however I wasn’t weak either. 

Yet, in the event that it never happens, that you never realize what you made me suffer through, in the event that you never lament how things finished, I need you to realize that I’m glad. Happy without you. I’m proud of myself for being strong enough to move out of the toxic relationship before it was too late. I’m glad that I could move on with life even after all this. This contentment that I feel is the thing that drives me to continue making the most of my life regardless of you. It gives me trust in my capacity to continue walking ahead.

What’s more on the off chance, you never consider thinking about me again? Well, I trust you realize that I too intend to overlook you.

Gradually yet definitely, you’ve just begun to blur from my memories. Your scent, the feeling of your touch on my skin, your chuckle – it’s every one of the somewhat dimmer than it was some time back. I will overlook the surface parts of you, yet I will never forget how you broke me. Also that, how strong I was to overcome the game I was almost trapped into.

I think I see now the energy of intuition. First impressions aren’t always right, but the gut is never wrong.