Notes filter through the speaker,
and instantly, I feel the sun on
my face and the tires hit the road.
The metamorphosis that is taking place
has been a long one.
Unsure and unsteady on my feet,
it's been easier to let the
speech from my head control
the conversation, and ultimately,
eradicate the dialogue in my heart.
The mind is a hardened dictator.
I set fire to the rain over and over again,
and your voice over the wire finally
stopped convincing me you cared,
thought you tried your damnedest to
convince me otherwise.
As much as they want me to scream
and play the victim,
I reeled you in.
You were my prey and I
was your predator.
What I didn't see coming
was the role reversal.
Go ahead and love her,
and move on.
Because I have.
You have my blessing.