Norse god

I felt like I was drowning, or melting into mud;

You didn’t really love me, I feared you never would.

All your lies and secrets, and you never took the blame.

Tell the world your story, where the hero never came.

I’m the weak one, because I couldn’t take it all on?

Traditional values always were your sad song.

I didn’t cook enough, or clean, or serve your every need.

Working and growing wasn’t enough to help YOU succeed.

My body wasn’t the right shape, no matter the form it took;

You preferred the models, the influencers; anyone else’s look.

I didn’t accept you for the man that you didn’t try to be,

So long as you won, you didn’t care what they see.

A victim of wrongdoing, scarlet-lettered transgressions;

Your lies and faux-persona were your most prized possessions.

You’ll pack up your bags and be on to the next fool;

Perhaps she’ll amuse you long enough (‘til you’re cruel).

I’ll let them all trash me, if it means I’ll be free.

I don’t need your hatred, your blame, or your instability.

So go on, big “Viking” bully, a shame you can stay;

I don’t need you tomorrow, tonight, or even yesterday.

I don’t need the bruises to prove how hard you can hit;

And I’ll let them all believe I’m just a whore and a misfit.

You can’t ever slither your way back into my soul;

With this part of me missing, I am finally whole.

#mb