You said breaking up is harder

for the one 

who does the dumping

but you only saw

the part you cared to.

Plus of course

you said that

narcissist.

You got on an airplane

didn’t have to watch

little miss sunshine

disappear

into an abyss 

of cynicism

and vices.

You didn’t see 

my nails bleed

or my ribs poke through my flesh

or my lips crack.

I’m sorry

you had doubts.

But even agonizing doubts 

could never compare

to what I was left with

certainty.