All the amazing things we did,
I look back on fondly
and I think,
“Weren’t we a great team?”
Doing all those things together.
The cycling, the hiking, the travelling.
I look back and think
“Didn’t we accomplish such great things?”
But we didn’t.
Give me a second whilst I ready myself,
because I’m about to finally be kind to myself…
But it was me.
Whose idea was it to go travelling to Nepal?
Mine.
Who suggested cycling to Brecon in a day, just on a whim?
Me.
Who challenged us both to climb Pen-y-fan ten times in 24 hours?
Me.
Towersey festival?
Me.
Who decided enough was enough at our old school, and we should jack it all in and go teach abroad?
Yep, me.
Who was it who got the job in Thailand first, and subsequently got you your job?
Need I say it again?
The job that you’re still profiting off, in a beautiful country that you never would’ve travelled to
if it wasn’t for me.
And yes, you did acknowledge it,
once,
a few months after our break up,
when I was back in the UK.
When you were high on acid, and floating in a villa pool in the middle of a rainstorm.
And you told me, and everyone you were with too,
that all the great things you’d done
were because of me.
I wonder, do you still feel grateful
for all those adventures I gave you?
Or does your gratitude only show when you’re having some sort of
hallucinogenic epiphany?
Either way,
it was all me.
Because I am capable of great things.
And you know it.
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