Cyn Can Write Too...Who Would Have Thunk It?

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I've been saving this for when I reached this milestone so I didn't have to retype if from this other site I have it posted on. I wrote this "poem" if you will, a year ago to the day. It is only fitting I post it here now. Enjoy the read. Comments are welcomed. - YOU - I woke up this morning way too early. My mind was void of last night's dreams. Unusual, but not unprecedented. Then I felt the filth blanket me. You invaded my unfocused, unawake mind. You have a habit of doing that. I hate the small vestiges of power You still try to hold. My skin starts to crawl. I feel Your sickness wrapping around me again. Every hair on my head feels it. An oil, a muck, to call it filth again would be a compliment, slickening my flesh, washing over me. I snarl, I rub my skin, trying to get Your grip off of me. I rush to the shower, not quick enough. My nails bite into my skin, trying to peel Your disease off of my body. My blood adds to Your contagion, maddening me further. The shower won't get hot enough. It scalds my skin as it is. I still feel You. I smell, the stench of Your lingering attentions. Why couldn't Your love have been as attentive as this malingering insanity? Your plague smothering me with it's rot. I turn the water up hotter and hotter still. Trying to purify my thoughts and body of You. You are a disease to me. You defile my life with your worthless existence to this very day. I wash the viscous memories off of my skin. Again and again. The steam cleansing my thoughts of You. The air thick with heat, the vileness of You washing down the drain. Baptized by boiling water, purified, disinfected and decontaminated. I open my eyes. I've defeated You once again. I know now the memory of You will die. Your hold ceases to entrap me any further. My freedom is my daily vaccination against You. Time and over 200 miles away from you weakens Your grasp. I am free, having broken Your curse once and for all. Every day I heal, every day I get stronger. You had Your chance to spend Your life with me. You squandered it away. You don't have to relinquish your grip on me. That has been done for you by others with more power than you. I've struck You down in a final blow, ending Your reign of tyranny in my mind, just like I ended Your tyrannical rule of my life. The difference between You and I, is I kept growing. You stagnated at some point, turning into an infectious brew. A boil, a tumor, a gangrenous mass, You have many names, many symptoms. Now You're nothing but an omission, not remission. I eagerly awaited this day. This battle I have won. I longed for this victory, I've felt it in my bones. My soul laughs at Your ever weakening attempts at controlling me. My heart shrugs You off, even in it's damaged state. I blame You for my broken heart. Literally and figuratively. To hate You would fuel Your contagion, it would require too much strength. Instead, I deny You, I don't even dignify You with a name. You are You, and nothing more. You are now nothing but the past. You don't deserve the words I've already immortalized You in, but they are necessary. I can stand alone. I have proven it time and time again, while being without you. But this time I don't have to. You always underestimated me. You always thought you knew everything. You were dead wrong....and now... You are dead to me.