I am free.

Stop. I do not want you to say anything. 

Yes, I know this is hard for the both of us, but I am exhausted. 
Exhausted, tired of dragging myself through my own desert of despair to be quenched in your lagoon of comfort and insecurity.

I should not be bending over backwards for you to stand upright. 

Fair? No, not the place; a carnival. That is just what I want it to be. 

Stop running in my direction just for me to dodge you. 

It hurts so bad, but it is going to feel so good to be dependent of my own happiness from on.

 My own happiness, from now on. 

I like that, oh yes but you definitely did like her more. 

Crazy, how “I lust you” and “I love you” sound so sweet and similar. 

The words that you manipulated into my ears so I could not only sleep sound at night, but also be so deaf to my own thoughts screaming for an exit to warn me of your fate. 

You made deception look like protection, I thought I was oh-so safe. 

I was just really stuck… in your safe, your dungeon of insecurities. 

But someone slipped me a key, it was me. 

I saw myself in the finest mirror, and let the door swing open. 

I am free.