insomnia confessions

That chair

** I would first like to suggest to turn your reading background to black & font to white, if haven't done already **

I sit in that chair -it seems you didn't want to take. We never did get married, the memories -all too fake.

It's been 22 months and my cat had ripped the fabric to shreds -just like the way you left my heart.
But hey, you didn't seem to mind breaking us apart.

I wish you loved this chair,
So I can take joy in its condition. Flashback to when we bought it -you thought it would look good by the kitchen . 

The time that passed between us
-at first hard to bare.
I went and got a fucking cat,
And thought -"rock bottom?, Yup I'm there"

Nonetheless I love her
-she's more than I can handle.
When I get off late and get home -she's there sitting on my mantle.

I stayed up late, back then I barely even rested. 
When I found out karma was delivered to you
-I thought I was being tested.

You begged to come back -camped outside my apartment door.
That night I slept like a baby
-cause the woman you left me for, no longer let you stay on her floor.

You got the hint after the 5th attempt of groveling
-oh man, I've never seen you so persistent
If only you carried that same passion for me before -maybe our once 'love' could have still existed.

The chair has been made over
-no more shredded leather.
And much like my heart -it was I, who put it back together.

That seat that used to haunt me -now resides in my room.
With it no longer holding any sort of connection to you.

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Has that ever happened to you?
God I know it has happened to me, being attached to objects but at the same time carry resentment for the object. I say the things that we cant part with, say alot about us as humans in general. The very things that break us, make us -therefor lesson is making it better instead of tossing it away.

LMK some lessons you learned,
in the comments below .