Jhené Aiko tells me that I don't need him.

That all the insecurities I felt with him and invaded my being

weren't real.

That the hurt that entrapped my heart in despair

doesn't need to be there.

That the crackling in my foundation that was caused by him

can be healed.

That my dark nightmares will one day go away.

That he is not my savior, nor my destroyer.

That his harsh words that wormed themselves in my brain

will one day leave.

That my soul will soon see the light at the end of the tunnel.

That my reality is more than just him.

That the "I love you"

held no truth.

That the dependency he claimed I had on him

was just part of his imagination.

That the weak girl that he made me become

will be become the impenetrable me that I know I am.

That he is just a man as I am just a woman.

That I don't need him, even though I felt as I do.

Because I am a woman that deserves more.

A woman that he has no hold over.

A woman that learned self-worth to be true.

A woman that Jhené Aiko told me I can be.

A woman that he doesn't deserve.