I have taken many steps away from you, and one day you will no longer consume me. Some day, you will be something I can brush off my shoulders, not a love affair I still desire so passionately.
There will always be a small hunger for you, burning deep in my soul and flooding my veins, but every step further away is a step I am grateful for.
You owned me, once upon a time: my mind, body, and soul. I will always love to hate you, and hate to love you. But you don't control the air in my lungs, nor the blood in my veins, any longer.
I am free of you.