And just for thought...
Sitting across the table, I knew you were looking at me
and the way my breasts were outlined through my sweater,
denying what you wanted to do to me the whole time.
I smiled at your dirty thoughts, knowing these breasts would never yours again.
You made rude remarks.
I called you a pig.
I laughed to myself.
I wore the sweater on purpose to remind you of what you abandoned.
You asked me why I lost so much weight after you left
and I responded with a snide remark.
We were always too good at being horrible to each other.
You were always the one manipulating.
I was always the one dodging.
Sitting across the table, I know you think I forgive you
and I am sure a part of me has
but knowing I still can get a salute out of you is a beautiful revenge.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.