How could you?
how do you sleep at night?
or do I mean so little to you that it doesn't matter what you do to me.
I trusted you and
I let you in under false pretenses;
(you were jealous of him, don't deny it).
you searched
silently
until you found it:
my weak spot.
my one crack in my tough outer shell.
you picked and scratched, making it bigger, more sensitive, until it became a festering sore
that only you could heal.
you made me need you like you need me.
(and you do need me, more than you know).
but guess what?
he needs me, too.
and he has the secret touch, too.
I can live without you, but I would die without him.
instead of making me weak, you made me stronger.
smarter.
I no longer need your "support".
go find another host.
