Was I a weight?
On your shoulder?
On your soul?
Was I dispensable?
Was it nice when it ended?
Now you don’t have to put in any more effort.
Was I a burden?
You had to carry my insecurities and my secrets like a pack mule, now it doesn’t matter anymore.
Now that it’s done.
Was I easy?
Someone that could be easily fooled and played.
Was I nothing?
Just a useless pawn who, according to you, is devoid of any feelings.
Who apparently holds all the blame for everything.
Was I a back-up?
Just something that could be saved for later.
You have me in case it didn’t work out with someone else.
Was I naive?
Even through all my doubts, I believed all your lies.
I was falling faster than gravity would ever allow.
Was I the village idiot?
For believing that everything coming out of your mouth was the truth.
I played your games, unbeknownst to me that they were actually games.
Was I replaceable?
Once I’m gone nothing will change with you.
Because I was nothing to you in the first place.
Was I too broken?
Maybe you had to get out before you got too deep.
It was too much for you.
Was I wrong?
For believing in a dumb reality and breaking down my walls.
Am I a weight?
I am not a weight.
I am not dispensable.
I am not a burden.
I am not easy.
I am anything but nothing.
I am not back-up.
I am not naive.
I am not the village idiot.
I am not replaceable.
I am not too broken.
And I was not wrong. Nor will I ever be wrong.
I won’t let you do that to me anymore. I won’t let you lure me into thinking that this is all my fault. It’s not my fault.
I won’t let you control me anymore.
I am not a weight anymore.
You won’t be my weight anymore.