If only I could make you care for a second about my feelings so that you can understand how you’re appearing and disappearing in and out of my life over and over again hurts me.

Tears want to fall from my eyes even though I know that they’ll change nothing.

You’re forever in my soul you took my virginity you were my husband.

You cheated, you left, you have two children with another woman who you live with in another state yet you will not let me go.

You hold me hostage by the divorce papers, knowing full well that I can’t get to a court to file them on my own.

You left me

Yet you still ask me if I am ok?

You care about me why?

The only idea that even remotely makes any sense to me at this point is you’re sick twist sense of love.

The ties that bind are uneasily broken.

Yet I still deserve and crave my freedom.

Let me go please.