I could feel you falling out of love, but that didn’t stop how much I loved you. I wish you wouldn’t have given up on us, you’re all i’ve ever wanted. You broke my heart.

You do know what you did to me right? You do realise how manipulative you were? You realise how afraid I am of you? You realise how you violated my body? I didn't even like you that much at the start and yet I let you use me and treat me like shit because I thought I was worth nothing. I know now how terrible of a person you really are and I wish I didn't just ignore for the sake of convince and for the sake of you. I genuinely don't think you ever felt bad or ever loved me because how else could you have treated me like that? I hope you change for the better so no one else will have the same scars that I do. You're not doomed to be a horrible person if you make effort to change. The thing is you never made effort.

Loving you feels like writing an extremely sad poem whilst being the happiest person alive.