I was going to write something terrible, I wanted to tell you how you used up all of me, how it took me 5 years to realize you’d left me with only a shell of myself. But I don’t want to. I look for bits of you in every person I encounter, you live in the ballroom of my fucking conscious, you haunt me. I have no need for you in my life, in fact I could go as far as to say I don’t want you in my life, so I’ve been trying to figure out why, when the world goes quiet, why is it you that I dream of.
I hate you, but god I would give anything, anything at all, just for you to love me.