You were once a goddess in my eyes, but my discernment caught up with your constant lies. Through all of the bullshit and the torment that I’ve been through, I knew there would be betrayal, but with tearful eyes I prayed that it would not be you. You thought that sex and intimacy was enough to hold me. You thought you could turn me out with erotic whispers while riding me to moments of unforgettable ecstasy. Did you not see that I am not easily trusting? Did you not know that I’ve had my share of beautiful women? Oh, you thought that you were the only one who procured perfect pedicures at high end salons? You thought that you were the only woman to wear head turning Chanel chiffons? Did you think that I would be blinded by beautiful hair that is long and constantly fawn over you, writing romantic songs? I loved you. I would have died for you. Now, if I saw you, you would be something insignificant in my peripheral not worth turning my head for full view. My indifference prevents me from giving a fuck about where you are, who you are with or what you do. Please don’t reach out to me anymore inquiring about how I’m doing. The disingenuousness in your approach is sickening, and the treacherous tone of your voice is telling.