Freedom is bliss

Did you really like me?
Or did you like the idea of me?
Did you like my Naivety to your bullshit behavior?
Did you like that i liked you?
Did you like that i only seen your good sides?
Did you like when I apologized when you were wrong?
Was it fun arguing with me?
Hitting me?
Kicking me beneath tables whenever i said something you didnt like?
How easy you could chokehold me when i just wanted a hug?
Was it entertaining?
When you would find ways to argue with me and then get mad when i didnt want to talk to you?
Did you like how you could manipulate me?
How you made me believe touch meant everything.
What was it about me that made you “like me”?
Maybe it was because no matter how much you hurt me i stayed
No matter how much you yelled i stayed
Until i broke it
Then you held my arm looking at me with your god foresaken pleading eyes
And i knew something was wrong in the moment
That was the day i freed myself from your gaslit prison
I hope you burnt and crumbled and suffered in that prison
I hate you
I hate your existence your mere fucking breathes on this earth that you don’t belong on
I wish the fucking worse for you to be damned.