Time’s Up

I saw him clearly. Broken, like me. Wanting. And waiting. He could set me free.
How clever we are. We think, we believe.
Until one day in counseling he exposed the real me.
How did he know what I refuse to conceive?
A fraud, a user. It took him ten years. Finally I’m seen.
It’s time to move on. It’s toxic. We’re finished. Yes. I agree.
Not how I thought. But it's just as I said. He did set me free.

A lesson hard learned. To such a degree.

The more we deny, the more we reveal.
All that's left are our lies.
And our refusal to heal.