Drowning in our Memories

I sit on the bed, remembering. Your scent still lingers in my mind. I remember the fights, the violence, the love we shared in that bed. Then I remembered it was all a lie. You used me as your sex toy; I was just there for you to kick around. You toyed with my feelings, tore me to pieces, and broke my heart. And I loved you more than life.

The phone rings. I see your number flashing on my caller ID, but I don't rust to answer. When I do pick up, I cut you off. I realize you want to speak, but first I need to say,

"I don't want to hear what you have to say. I'm tired and broken. I've wasted almost a year of my life drowning in our memories, mourning the good, fearing the bad. I can't do it anymore. I'm drained of all emotion where you're concerned. So now I'll say it for the final time: Goodbye."

I hang up and feel like, for the first time in a long time, I'm free. You call back, but I don't answer. I'm done drowning.

Now I'm breaking surface.