I should’ve followed the path of my zodiac sign more closely, because I went far beyond what…

I should’ve followed the path of my zodiac sign more closely, because I went far beyond what someone born in the Carioca summer like me should have. When I said back then that you lifted me up, I didn’t expect to say in the future that you’d take me to the stratosphere, leaving me frozen and gasping for air. Because, of course, all this time I was just wasting my breath trying to talk to you, spending my words on the purest void. So I fell—lighter than a sheet of paper and harder than a rock. And the scissors? I used them to cut the puppet strings tied to my back. The worst part of it all is that, after the free fall, I realized I’d be better off when I hit rock bottom. You played with me like I was a doll, tossed me aside, stepped on me, and made me come back. You made me feel like a fool; I didn’t even know who was pulling the strings. Was it fun? I think my biggest mistake was letting down the shields I used to wear; maybe now I wouldn’t be picking up the pieces of my broken heart. After all, you brought a .50 caliber to a water gun fight. And finally, yesterday I decided you’d get to fire the last shot, land the final stab, spit the last insult. My blood’s in the water, but the taste is so sweet. Don’t show mercy, because I’ve raised the white flag, and this war is over for me. You said you didn’t understand why I put you on a pedestal. Honestly, I don’t know either. I thought your angelic face meant something in my life, but I only found out that angels lie to keep control. Was it all really a lie? Do your words truly weigh as light as a feather? It seems so. You only ever thought in the singular; my part never mattered. And the selfishness isn’t even what bothers me the most. What really hurts is that maybe I was the only one who loved. You said you’d never felt for anyone what you felt for me; so was that why you stabbed a knife into my chest? The truth takes time, but it always arrives. And with that same dagger, I’ll kill every feeling I have for you and cut every tie that still remains. It’ll be hard, but you’ve already done most of the work. And that child you said you dreamed of having with me? I could even see her. I dreamed of her and would’ve died for that dream, but today I’d rather chew glass than share a being with your genes. I’ll have to update my vocabulary too; from now on, triumph is my goal, and that synonym I need to throw away. Finding the right drug to forget you is my duty now. I used to say you were my sun, but between basking in that sun’s light and staying in the cave’s darkness, I’d rather live with the bats than bathe in that white dwarf. From this story, I walk away with clean hands and a clear conscience. As for you…