I spent seven years aiming to please you. For seven years I was on my knees for you! In seven years, no matter what I did, there was no appeasing you! And after seven years, I had to get away from you! In the end! In the end did you get what you wanted? Was it everything you hoped for? Because I know you think you’ve won, but how can you sleep at night knowing that I am happier than ever? Is all that money a [bad word]  Because it could never buy my happiness. You are consumed with greed! There was never enough! Nothing was ever good enough. I was never good enough for you! You focused everything on the future while the present slipped through your fingers (you took everything for granted). You tried to play the victim and you might have convinced The Vultures [bad word] to your rescue but now: “the moths have swarmed outside your door and are waiting to block out your light”. What’s your so-called victory when in the end you’re all alone? And you’ve got no one to share in the joys of your self-proclaimed triumph. Love is not control! I feel sorry for your future. You were supposed to be a lover. Instead you became a warden. And the walls you built became my cell. Were you always this callous? Because now I can’t remember when your heart wasn’t stained black! I wish you never smiled at me, or talked to me. [bad word] was your pulse and the abuse spilled from your lips! You cried out like the victim, but your tears meant nothing to me. I know your brand of poison. And now I’ve [bad word] immune.