I see you and though years have passed, I'm still haunted by your ghost.

I wasn't aware you were still here, breathing deceit upon the little home I've created, until you came tearing down my walls today.

You didn't recognize me and somehow, I think that's for the better. 

I think I'd die if you did.

You left me reeling, feeling all the pain you'd brought upon me, darkness descending upon my mind once again.

You never liked me, just wanted to use me.

Possessive.

Cruel.

Obsessed.

Manipulative.

You made me think I was nothing, trapped somewhere I was scared to be, terrified of what my hands would cause if I left.

You muttered those three words to me, like they were easy as breathing, making me think you cared.

You never did.

I wanted you to pay attention.

You never did.

I wanted you to listen.

You never did.

Instead, I sat alone, believing I was the worthless gum you would step on, garbage to be thrown into the street when you were done with me.

But I stayed because I had hope you would change.

But you never did.

I couldn't leave. I cared too much and when you finally left, I was still broken because even though I wanted out, I still cared about you.

But you didn't care about me at all. Not even once.

So when you confidently strode into my home made of stone, you shattered it and I realized how fragile I was, my home made of glass ,not the stone I believed it to be

You walked out that door, just as oblivious as before.

I hoped you'd recognize me, to see how you hurt me, hoped to see that you cared about what happened to the garbage you discarded.

But then I remembered

You never did.