I tried to let you go. I tried to forgive you. I really did try.

But my hate just couldn’t stay dormant. No, after what you did? How could I sleep peacefully at night, knowing that you were just living your life after hurting me like that? Acting as if what we went through together never happened?

No. I just couldn’t leave that unresolved. I couldn’t let you get away with it.

I tried to let you go. I tried to forgive you. I really did try.

When you opened the door, my heart skipped a beat as my intentions started to waiver. But that hesitation only lasted a nanosecond.

I forced myself in, and then shot my fist into your face, knocking you down onto the floor. I saw the blood run down your nose. Back then, I would have made myself sick just with the mere thought of hurting you like that. But you killed that part of me.

I got on top, and wrapped my hands around your throat.

I looked into your brown eyes that I was once enamored by as I squeezed, Until you went stiff.

I must confess, even as i’m dragging your body through the woods, part of me feels some disappointment. I never wanted any of this to happen. I wish things had gone differently.

But it’s too late for that now. You have paid the price. I have slain the agony within me.

“Goodbye” I say as I watch your body float down the river.

I tried to let you. I tried to forgive you. I really did try.