not someone like you

the best thing that could have happened to me
was you
in this sticky, tricky, inadvertent way
all the ways you tried to make me not okay
and I learned the only person I had to prove anything
to was me.
no reasons, but every attempt
to drown me. hiding behind plastic raincoats
and empty words strung together with a half empty
tank of gasoline, vitriol and your faded pale scent
of stale cigarettes.
-you tried to break me, but learned I bent-
and ain't it nice how karma
is hilarious sometimes? and ain't it funny
you thought you were really onto
something more than smoke and mirrors.
transparent again, you decide now you should
set your feet East.

yeah, I can't help but smile.