One last glimpse at what is not mine and I am granted peace.
A potential point of paranoia provided glorious closure.
The chapter can now be closed, the story has come full circle.
In the end I couldn’t kill the love.
It couldn’t be surgically removed without killing myself.
There is no way to replace love with apathy.
There can be no nothing, there must be some something.
The formula must return a result.
Zero is not a possible outcome.
So I replaced love with pity.
Pity for a scared little girl.
Pity for a pathological emotional terrorist.
A twisted blackened soul
All that once seemed desperate and weak
Is really just salvation not realized
I feel pity not for what I failed to contribute
But for the ridiculous predictability of her life
Over the careful scrutiny of time
Any series of seemingly inconsequential occurrences
Can revel patterns and bear significance.
There can be order in the chaos
Relevance in the immaterial
And with the weight of love cast aside
There is a profound liberation
That trades paranoia for peace
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