The Best Of You

Calluses on my hands from all the attempts.
Peeling off all my layers, shedding me naked.
So now here I stand. Unclothed. Alone.
The burns from playing tug-of-war with who I thought was you.
As I look further into it, I see I’m the only one fighting.
Which is why I continue to lose.
Dragging me thru the mud on the other side of the rope is a rock.
Always remaining in its place.
Never questioning its status.
Strong, unable to broke.
Heavy enough to be unmoved.
That rock used to be me; I was as vigorous at that rock once.
Until I allowed to this relationship to abrade me.
When this whole time I’ve been literally stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Never alongside with you.
I can no longer give you all of me, when from you I receive nothing in return.
With you there is no middle ground.
I have no voice of my own.
There is no fight left in me, because this entire relationship I’ve been fighting alone.
Fighting myself, lying to myself.
He loves me, Its going to get better, he’ll change.
But we both know the truth and how you’re using me.
And unfortunately you’ll always remain the same.
So I’ll let go of this rope, this relationship, and you.
And with time my calluses and sores will heal.
The struggle for power with you was unneeded, only I should and from here out will control myself.
I shined on my own way before I was your prized trophy.
Although you dimmed my fire, I will always shine.
And I’d wish you the best, but you already lost me.
So instead I wish you the best of yourself.