You no longer have access to my life,

my mind,

or my name.

I am not your friend. Not your lover. Not your secret.
Not your scapegoat, not your story, not your excuse.

I am not the soft place your ego gets to land.

Not your confession booth.

Not the proving ground for your beliefs.

I was never yours to mold.

You mistook my vulnerability for weakness.
You thought love meant ownership.
You thought silence was forgiveness.

I have reclaimed every part of myself you tried to diminish:
My voice.
My joy.
My future.

I outgrew the small space you tried to keep me in.

You are no longer my lesson.
You are a closed chapter.
A shadow of the person I used to shrink myself to be around.

I wish you healing — from a good distance.

As for me?
I rise.
In full color.
In full truth.
In love.
In peace.