“And in the end, I don’t care
what became of you, my monster.
What matters is that you were gone.”
And in the end, I don’t care what became of you. What matters is that you were out of my life. You see, I don’t care that you suffered as a child, too. It was a choice to become a monster. Then to continue being one. So no, I don’t think I’m heartless for refusing to care what happened to you. I just wanted you out of my life for good.
© Sarah Doughty
I didn’t care how you left,
not even death,
as long as you stayed gone.