You broke me
multiple times,
and I can't believe
I gave you the power
to do so.
It started out
spectacular,
like a fairy-tale,
but soon enough
my perfect utopia
proved too good to be true.
I gave you
every part of me
I had left.
All you did
was trash it
till I was unsalvageable.
The worst, though,
was that I believed you
when you said
you loved me.
How silly of me
it was
to think you were
telling the truth
because everything
was a lie with you.
The best part of it was,
I wasn't even yours
as I was not enough
for you.
Nothing remained pure,
nor genuine
when words spat
from your mouth.
I learned to
expect nothing from you
and from anyone;
it still haunts me
to this day.
How could I let you
treat me like
I wasn't worth the time,
unless you said so?
I had such little
self-esteem,
so I latched onto you
and I must've
sucked all your blood
because you stopped caring.
Even if I was a leech,
why didn't you
just tell me?
Why would you
lead me blindly
toward my death?
It's a perfect
circumstance where I
cared more than
the other individual did,
and this repeats
over and over again.
I loved you,
which is why
it took me so long
to remember what
you did to me--
you left me,
twice.
That is why
it took forever
for me to let go
of what I thought
we had.
The more I reflect
on those years,
I realize that
I am better without you
and that second chances
aren't worth it.
The right person
won't need another try.
Sometimes,
things aren't meant
to last it out.
and others will come along
proving that someone
does care.
And now
I'm with a person
who does.
