I gave myself time to wait it out. But I've come to learn that waiting is misery if the other side won't see it. By the end, it felt like more time wasted.
                 I had my final answer the night I lost him. Down to the very moment. The night everything happened. It was all over. I lost it all.
                 Since then, I've been standing frozen, acting like I'm okay only to burn everything down alone. The same story I've gotten used to. Now I just need him to know that I'll always be bitter about it. Nothing's going to be the same again between us.
                 The sin I committed of putting myself here was sweet. But the aftermath? The aftermath was bitter. I still taste it on my tongue now.
                 I can be more bitter. When I'm allowed to not be okay, I can share my bitter pain the same way I showed my love.
                 I know something about all this that will allow my vendetta to grow. Feels like something is starting again, and I'm recognizing the changes from before. But in this timeline, we've been playing games through it all.
                 And now, I have everything lined up. I have damning evidence to allow me to be even more bitter. More than he would allow from me.
                 After the end, I've told myself all that I need to do:
                 Watch him stay hooked on his Doomsday drugs.
                 Don't bother using my light to stop him.
                 If he keeps slamming me down into the dark, that's on him.
                 It's hard to see the beauty of anything when one only sees the worst in everything. I thought he saw my beauty, but he only saw my flaws.
                 I can be worse than this. I've seen how low some will go. So I'd be within my every right to call him out for the pain he brought me.
                 He can be bitter, but people may not be generous with that title on him when they see me speak. There are some people who won't let him be bitter. Me being one of them. And I'd have more to say when it's all finally over.
                 I'm still bitter, likely always will be. It's the things I do for those I once loved. It's now up to him whether or not he decides to correct himself.
                 The medicine I had belongs to him now. He'll get a taste. That same bitter medicine he gave to me. It will let me watch it all fall apart.