I Am Satisfied
"I think of you every time I hear Satisfied by Aranda."
That's all the text said,
And I'm here to rip those lyrics apart,
And make sure that you know that I'm gone for good.
You may never want to see me smile,
But here I am, eight months down the road,
The happiest I've been in my life.
You may never want to see me die,
But that's because I was everything to you,
And now I'm not,
Because of what you've done to me.
Am I satisfied how things came and went?
Very.
I wasted four years on you,
And all you did was hurt me.
Will I regret the things I said?
Some I do,
Most I don't.
I made it known to you what I did after I left you,
Just to get that guilt off my shoulders.
You think I gave you nothing in return?
I gave you everything,
My time, my life, my love,
I gave you my whole heart,
And you're the reason you no longer have all of that.
I played on your obsession for me?
Never.
Yes, I gained some things from you,
But you gained things from me.
I made you happy for a long time,
And I shattered your heart because I felt the need to run away.
You can't believe you got what I deserved?
The breakup? Is that what you're referencing?
I did a lot of bad things and I admitted to them,
But you never owned up to your mistakes.
You're still in denial about them.
Am I satisfied in another man's bed?
Yes, I am.
You used me for personal gain, abusive, intimate gain on occasions.
You slapped me often because you thought I liked it.
And he's nothing like that.
Am I satisfied I left you all but dead?
Yes, I broke your heart,
But again, that was your fault.
You're still living, breathing, possibly somewhere else in life now.
I didn't kill you,
I made it known what you did to me though.
How dare I deny the things you did?
I never did such a thing.
I accepted that I spent a long time with you,
That I gave you my everything,
And I deny those things now because I've seen the true you.
So, you never want to see me satisfied?
I am.
A threw a weight off my shoulders when I left you,
And I can breathe again.
I am satisfied, despite how everything played out.
That's all the text said,
And I'm here to rip those lyrics apart,
And make sure that you know that I'm gone for good.
You may never want to see me smile,
But here I am, eight months down the road,
The happiest I've been in my life.
You may never want to see me die,
But that's because I was everything to you,
And now I'm not,
Because of what you've done to me.
Am I satisfied how things came and went?
Very.
I wasted four years on you,
And all you did was hurt me.
Will I regret the things I said?
Some I do,
Most I don't.
I made it known to you what I did after I left you,
Just to get that guilt off my shoulders.
You think I gave you nothing in return?
I gave you everything,
My time, my life, my love,
I gave you my whole heart,
And you're the reason you no longer have all of that.
I played on your obsession for me?
Never.
Yes, I gained some things from you,
But you gained things from me.
I made you happy for a long time,
And I shattered your heart because I felt the need to run away.
You can't believe you got what I deserved?
The breakup? Is that what you're referencing?
I did a lot of bad things and I admitted to them,
But you never owned up to your mistakes.
You're still in denial about them.
Am I satisfied in another man's bed?
Yes, I am.
You used me for personal gain, abusive, intimate gain on occasions.
You slapped me often because you thought I liked it.
And he's nothing like that.
Am I satisfied I left you all but dead?
Yes, I broke your heart,
But again, that was your fault.
You're still living, breathing, possibly somewhere else in life now.
I didn't kill you,
I made it known what you did to me though.
How dare I deny the things you did?
I never did such a thing.
I accepted that I spent a long time with you,
That I gave you my everything,
And I deny those things now because I've seen the true you.
So, you never want to see me satisfied?
I am.
A threw a weight off my shoulders when I left you,
And I can breathe again.
I am satisfied, despite how everything played out.
♠ ♠ ♠
So, this is a small rage poem. One of the last conversations I had with my ex, he gave me a name of a song that he said made him think of me. I came here to rip that song apart because it's become a demon of mine. The beginning of each stanza is a reference to a lyric in the song that I mentioned at the beginning of the poem. So, there's another demon gone well off my list.