Angry Fling Letter

To whom it probably doesn't concern,

I wanted to address this most recent news
because it seems to me like
you're kind of confused.
As a preface, the topic is not about you
it's signed 'yours truly,'
concerns what I need to do.
When I decide to move on from this relationship b/c
it is no longer feeding who I am
and/or I have forgotten how to feed myself,
You, like so many other men before you, have the gall to tell me that
surely
I must have committed
some unspoken
infidelitous act
to be convinced
that I have room to grow.
Yes, it seems you think that my body,
like clay molded by unscrupulous potters
has been pulled in another direction,
kneading me until
I need them.
Yes, please, be my guest
blame my libido when I tell you
I need to know that I can
stand by myself.
Like the only drive in my life
that could influence me to leave you
is a sexual one.
No, my friend,
I didn't need to dip my toe
into the sea of empty relations to know that
I wanted to be free.
No, my friend,
I did not need to fall into the arms of another man just to escape yours
which held me so tightly.
Like sure,
it would take a real king of the jungle to lead this
away from you.

This is me.

This is my brain, my body,

and this is
my loud fucking mouth!

And while you're at home searching, no, not searching,

                                                                                                                       scouring

your exhausted synapses for rationalizations,

As cliche as it sounds, 

and as few penises are involved as

you're willing to believe,
(because trust me, right now
you're the only dick I see) 

I'm just searching for me.

Fondly,
Yours Truly