Healed

Flawed can he be?

When he unfailingly corrects my mistakes,

Even the ones I never knew of.

‘You can never do anything right’,

A pitying smile across his face,

He reminded me ever so.

Disrespectful can he be?

When politeness exudes from his every pore;

As he instructs how I should behave,

And the millionth time I should touch his parents’ feet.

After all one can never be too well-mannered,

He reminded me ever so.

A pervert can he be?

Calmly explaining that true love yields to groping hands,

How eye fucking every passing female is a male right.

Describing his past in uncalled for sexual detail,

Explaining how my prudery can’t be true love

He reminded me ever so.

A liar can he be?

When there’s a reason behind every mistake,

Reasons that put the wildest imagination to shame,

Fully sure of acceptance by a loving heart.

‘I never lied, I never lie, and I will never lie’,

He reminded me ever so.

Fake can he be?

As his self-proclaimed virtues become never-ending,

Every detail about him gets shady each day.

But he knows a foolish heart would overlook it,

Dare he lie to my heart about his whole existence?

He reminded me ever so.

Excruciating shame,

Unparalleled anger,

When my foolish heart finally saw through,

How I’d loved a scum,

How I’d hurt my family,

How precious years were wasted,

How self-respect was belittled,

How I fled too late,

His memories reminded me ever so.

Let go of the dirt,

Uncluttered my mind,

Snipped off memories,

Of mistakes, wrong choices,

Healed, Healed, Healed.

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