Didn't you see it coming?

Last summer seems like a distant memory now
as you angrily pass me in the street, head down;
least you've the decency to look ashamed.
You utter words of disgust in my piqued direction;
why I'm not so sure - it was you who did the dirty.

You pleaded with me not to end our relationship,
only so you didn't lose control of me
but how could I stay when you'd hospitalised me again.

One too many times it seems.

Divorce was always a means for an end
even back then but now,
now I'm stronger without you.

It sounds clichéd for certain but
I hope you approve of the papers
as I never wanted to say "I do."

©Em