Parasitic

By Katherine Goldblatt

You consumed me.

You made me someone I did not recognize

because I aimed to please you.

I loved you,

and you fed off that

for your ego,

which was ever-burgeoning.

I lost me,

my sense of self,

because I aimed to please you.

Yet you said I never gave enough.

Your hold over me was so strong

that even after you left me broken,

you returned and I welcomed you with open arms to ruin me once again.

What was I expecting?

A prince? No, but a better man.

One who could change and grow.

But you were still a parasite.

Feeding your ego, your lust, your desire.

You were the same old disease.

I was too optimistic for you.

Luckily, I realized that.

So I left,

cutting you out,

scraping every last bit of you and me clean,

so I could be cured.

So I could live.

So I could be me

without any parasite to please.

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