I don't need your lies, your promises that contain so much bullshit that they turn your lips brown before they leave your lips. I don't need your sympathy. Damn sure don't need your pity. You can move your lips and empty words spew and you type the nicest words but if you can't show me that you mean what you say, save your breath and save your keyboard. I am woman enough to accept that some things last only for a season and then the next season slowly moves in and the old one is pushed away. I may be bruised, but trust me, I've had hundreds of bruises that went a lot deeper. You only bruised the top layers. I've bounced back from bruises that broke my soul, fucked my mind, ripped my heart out from my body. It wasn't easy, but it's made me into the woman that I am today. The woman that can move on without looking back. That can accept the fact that I will never be good enough to be the one that any man calls "his girl." I am who I am and it's your loss that it's not good enough for you.