finding a way to unlove her

like a ball of yarn

i unraveled her

by pulling on a single

strand.

a single lie.

i found a way to unlove

her.

with each yank

of the thread, with

each pull 

i could see that she wasn't 

that pretty

after all,

or that smart or

that kind, she was none

of the things

she pretended to be.

in the end, 

she was nothing

of value,

and now i was free.