Your words don’t matter anymore.

No matter the pitch of the note,

it still shatters the glass of the perfect picture frame you built.

No matter how much super glue you use on that glass,

it remains broken and fragile.

I didn’t ask you to fix it.

I wish it wasn’t broken but I know you can’t change that.

I hate that you try to take back the things you’ve done

and said that hurt.

That made me see red.

I don’t care anymore. That doesn’t matter.

I’m still hurt. You can still see the scars I keep picking at.

I’ve stopped picking now.

I’ve stopped pitying myself.

I’ve stopped worshipping the scars and just

let them be.

So why can’t you?

Tell me,

why can’t you accept your mistakes and move on?

Stop trying to put the pieces back together.

Stop pretending your perfect picture frame will ever be the same.

Stop trying to make us fit together

like the pieces in a puzzle that should form the perfect image.

My image of you has been ripped to shreds,

and you’ll never get it back to the way it was.

I will never go back to the way I was,

and that doesn’t have anything to do with you.

I triumphed despite your efforts

to keep me hostage in your picture frame,

despite your insistence

that we can heal, we can fix it.

No.

I’m not going to amuse your ego anymore.

I’m not going to play into your self-centered world.

I will not belong to you, do not belong in your picture perfect world.

So what if I have to walk through broken glass.

I’d rather do that than stay trapped another day.