I was never longing for you but as the hand with the shiny manicure held yours it was evident that my souls was maimed.

It seems incredible that my life was leaving along with you accompanied with the ghost of the kisses that showered your perfect skin.

You made me believe that all of it was my fault- that I deserve this undeniable emptiness.

But flashbacks of every last glass cup you shattered haunt me because my jeans were "too tight", my shirt was "too revealing", my personality was "too loud".

I lost my self-worth.
I lost my "too loud" personality.