I always waited for you, entwined my life with yours.

When you fell apart,I plastered the pieces in place, restoring the beautiful image I always admired.

My life surrounded yours, it wasn’t much of a life,

It was a tribute to you, adjusted for your pleasure,

Malleable thoughts, bent into the shape of your beliefs.

You left me in my own despair, yet my forgivable nature, dismissed the inbalance. I held myself on the line for you, normalising your narcissism;justifying your egotism.

My life revolves around your foundations, structuring my every step, without the foundation I would crumble.It would take years to reconstruct the broken pile of me.

My clandestine blueprint, followed to a point.

I rebuilt my own pillars and explored my independence.

I felt powerful after years of feeling powerless.

I always ignored my underlying strength, depending on your stature.

But not anymore, now I train my strength, and encourage myself to be me and rely on me.

Only me.

So in some ways it was nice to be the one leaving, because I never prepared to be the one left.