I always appreciated all the things you did for me.

But they could never compare to all the ways that you destroyed me.

I gave you every vulnerable piece of my heart on a silver fucking platter.

You got used to the taste of being catered to,

as if I never even mattered.

You're still trying to make me believe that you still love me.

But your actions provide me with the proof

that your lips could never speak.

Truth be told,

you're still trying to convince your soul

that you're capable of loving me more than you love yourself.

I can see the confusion in your eyes when your demons take you back to hell.

You've always been the best manipulator that I've ever been cursed with knowing.

You were never afraid of your sociopathic tendencies.

I always fell prey to you on bended knees.

Only you could ever get to me.

I locked my heart but you gave yourself the skeleton key.

Why is it so hard for you to just let me break free?

I've put the truth in front you so many times but you seldom see.

You're proud of all the hurt that you've been able to make me feel.

It's like you get off from the power it gives you,

and knowing my heart is actually real.

I only wanted what you promised me from the very start.

I never asked for more than I thought you were prepared for.

Honestly it shouldn't have been that hard.

I never took your love for granted.

I just didn't understand where it went when I no longer had it.

I think it's more than fair that I expected to receive

the same effort from you, that you got from me.

It was never my fault that you dove head first

and your heart fled the scene.

Still, here we are today

and I'm still asking what went wrong

and you're still blaming me.