SomeOne Like You

You thought I’ll be wasted without you. You thought I’ll be chaff without you. You thought you were the air that I breath and without you, I’ll be dead.
 Yes, I felt hopeless when you ripped my heart into tiny shreds, but I picked them up, piece by piece, when I realized I wasn’t to blame.
 When I remembered the debilitating names you called me for questioning a decision, and afterwards, lure me with rousing words to just satisfy your need. How you never made me feel like your girlfriend and your friends stared at me like I was dumb.
I knew I was dumb. I knew I was fool, but you manipulated me.
I thought it was Love. Dirty, dirty Love.
You push me so far away, and then quickly pull me back like a fish being caught again.
I knew I sank myself so deep into an abysmal relationship. I couldn’t get out. There were no ladders, no ropes, no friends to pull me out. You made me shun my friends away. I slapped my best friend in the heat of an argument  when she said you were a psycho.
My mind knew it.
My heart too.
But I couldn’t leave. You had such control over my mind, my heart, my body.
I needed a breakthrough.
I needed a deliverance.
Then you gave me a perfect excuse.
Caught you red-handed.
In your room.
On top of her. I guess she was one of the many you were “doing”.
I knew you were cheating. I called your name and all you did was to roll your eyes and get off her.
I heard my heart ripping.
I turned to go and all you said was “I hope you come back after I’m done here.”
That was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
I’m done with you.
You weren’t a page. Just a paragraph in my life’s story book.
Its my wedding day.
These memories come not as a fact that I’m missing you, but on the fact of what I could have missed out.
I wish not and never hope to meet Someone Like You…

RACHEL AMA BIRAGO

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