A/N I wrote this...oh god, what was it? April, I think? Well, it was after my on and off again boyfriend and I had probably our roughest breakup yet. but, that's over now, and I'm so fucking glad.

We had a connection, it seemed. It was instantaneous, it was so easy. But people became suspicious. And they would become right. We weren't looking for anything more than friendship, but it had already been written in stone that we would fall in love. But it was a poisoned love, one that wouldn't last. We thought we had the good life, thought we could get away with it. But our lies caught up with us, God no longer smiled down at us. The fire in our hearts turned from one of devotion to one of fear; fear that we would be discovered. But our feelings for each other were still there, although they were diminished. The fire then transformed into one of hate and anger after we were separated. Starting as hate and anger directed at everyone else, it slowly but surely changed to hate of him, anger at him, for he had done the unforgivable thing, he had turned his back on me. His promises of moving the earth to be with me turned to ashes. His vows of staying true to me were shot down. His oath of never leaving me for any reason, any reason at all, was revealed to be all lies, just a web of lies! He promised! He swore on the Styx River! He assured me! He pledged himself to me! He turned his back. He left me, gasping for air. He left me, lying on the floor. When it became too hard to stay with me, he just walked away, saying that there was nothing he could do, NOTHING AT ALL! BUT THERE WAS SOPMETHING! OF COURSE THERE WAS! THERE IS ALWAYS A CHOICE, ALWAYS! He made the wrong decision. I will be better off without him. When I become the person I was meant to be, created to be, he will be sorry, and he will come crawling back. But I will not let him in. I will never let in the monster that ruined me ever again. I see him clearly now, with eyes wide open. He showed me who he was; it is time for me to reveal myself to him, in all my furious glory. He left me to die, but I will not die. He will see, one day, that I am more powerful than he could ever hope to be.