This feeling, this feigning, this want. I can make it go away if that's what you'd like. But you need to let me help you and not show me two sides.

You know what I mean, the double-sided shit that's hurt us twice. The one side that shows me who you truly are inside, not the other side that makes you go get what you like.

You remember? That high, well it's gone now for good not for the night. I hope you're okay with that and I hope you're done with it too. I'll do it alone if I have to. You used to touch me like I was made of glass and then you disposed of me like I was trash, like I was only ever a memory you wanted to erase. Like I wasn't even worth the chase..anymore.

We went through hell and stayed there, together. You said I made you better, until I didn't. Until I wasn't as good for you anymore, until you found someone that would eat up your lies and disrespect herself every night, by believing in you, someone that was okay with breaking her own heart over and over.

But I had enough, I would've never been that girl for you. I would've never let you play me like your least favorite instrument. The one you would pick up on some days and forget about for the next two weeks. That's how you treat women, you get infatuated with the next shiny, new thing. Until they're worn out, from your lack of love, from your lack of reassurance and from your lack of truth. 

I've learned to love myself more than you.