Broke Me, Ended Me

What is love? Trust? Faith? Hope?

They’re all the things you destroyed when you broke me.

All the things you changed the definition of when you left me for her.

I cared so deeply about you, and I guess that was my mistake.

I built my life around you! You were the first thing I thought of when I woke up, and the last thing I thought of before I slept—and every moment in between.

And if you’d see me now, I am merely a shell of the girl I used to be.

I dove in too deep.

And I guess I learned my lesson.

Your wide chocolate brown eyes stare me down in my mind; thoughts of our past haunting me.

Your rough, warm hands left permanent tingles on my skin, rapidly becoming burns that constantly remind me of the comfort you once brought.

You left me.

Left me with this pain. . .

Left me with these thoughts. . . .

Left me with my broken heart. . . . .

You ended me when you ended us.

Now we both have to live in agony.

. . . . .is this what you wanted?