The Last Song.

The last song we sang was a song of hate. A song that I'd gotten so used to hearing. So much so, that you could say I'd even begun to love it...
The masochist that I am, I'd even come to enjoy it...
But there was only so much even a masochistic being like me could endure.
It was the final hurtful notes I would encounter at your hands.
The last song we sang was one of insults. Where you ran me down in the only way, the only language you knew I'd understand.
The only thing that you knew would hit home...
For months I listened to you compose ballads about how I was never good enough. How despite how many times you said it, eventually, I was never the girl you loved.
It never really settled in, even now sometimes, I go back, play the song, listen to the tune and wonder why?
But I realize that deep down I always knew this song- OUR song- would be over...way before its end was nigh.
And all those months I believed you... Just like I'd believed you whenever after any song, your eyes would meet mine. I had a hard time accepting, what everyone else around me already saw, I had a hard time accepting that you couldn't be anything else, but right.
If I could now, I swear I would go back in time and listen to my own subconscious subtle song of advice.
So this last song... The one that you filled with hatred and painful words, was a song of acceptance. A song that cracked through my dark hole and finally gave me a glimpse of light.

A light, a song, a melody that will now forever be MINE.