When other people say "You took my breath away", they normally mean a good thing.
When I say it, I mean, that you took away the air I was breathing until I was down on my knees, begging you to give it back.
When over people say "Seeing you makes my heart race", they normally mean a good thing.
When I say it, I mean that everytime I look at you, my heart beats faster because I'm scared you'll hurt me again.
When other people say "You're as beautiful as a rose", they normally mean a good thing. When I say it, I mean coming close to you would always mean getting cut by your thorns.
I held on to you because I thought there was something that made us be friends all those years. Because I thought there had to be a reason. That all these fights weren't meaningless.
Now that you're gone, I know the truth. I was never important to you. For you, I was never worth fighting for. Neither was our friendship. I still fought. You didn't.
And now, you're still stuck in your same world, with your same problems. But I'm gone and far away from you. I'm up in the sky and flying. I'm finally breathing. I'm not scared. I'm free.
Finally, I have time to heal the pieces of me you have broken so heartless.