False promises, fake excuses, I've had enough. I've had enough of that "relationship"; of that submission, of that dominance. I've had enough of his presence, his face, his voice. I've had enough of him.
I've moved on. I've moved on from the joy his calls used to give me, from the happiness in meeting him, from the ardour with which I would regard him. I've moved on from the things I'd do for him, from the support I'd give, from the risks I'd take. I've moved on from him.
I'm ready to be me again. I'm ready to run and jump and dive and soar. I'm ready to be a flighty soul, to never linger, to hop from one place to another. I'm ready to dance and sing and leap with freedom.
I can feel it- I can feel my heart healing, my broken pieces mending, my soul unshattering. I can feel myself growing- becoming me, but more. I can feel myself throwing off everything that pinned me down.
All I want is to be left free- I want to be a wisp of the wind, darting here and there, bringing a cool breeze to a few, evading the grasp of another. I want to be loved, sought, but not shackled. I want to be the smile on someone's face, but not the reason for their existence.
I could be me, just me, once more. I could be one person, not two. I could do as I please, go where I want, eat as I wish. I could talk to you, and him and her. I could laugh at this and that and everything. I could smile, and be smiled at. I could joke, and be appreciated. I could speak, and be understood.
I've had enough, I've moved on. I'm ready to be me again, I can feel it. All I want is to be left free, I could be me.