"You're Going to Miss Me When I'm Gone"
I look at all the familiar lights, but they all look different. I rub my thumb over my new callouses, and I brush a fallen eyelash off my face. I hope he didn't think I was crying. The silence was awkward at first, but I grew to enjoy it. We hadn't seen each other in awhile, and that's what happens when new people come into his life. I am left in the closet like a favorite pair of jeans that you come back to when you want to feel comfortable.
Then, he wrote me a letter to rip me apart. How was I to respond? It was hateful, and he knew how much it would hurt me. He was right, I didn't know people as well as I thought I did. I trusted him too much, and I let him too close. I gave him too much power, and I was out of control. I didn't think it was possible, but I loved him too much. He relishes in the pain he causes me, and I watch him begin to tear other people down. It breaks my heart that he could be that person. I know he's better, but he will continue to act like a dog backed into a corner who bites and claws because he has never been loved. I hope you got what you wanted.
Then, he wrote me a letter to rip me apart. How was I to respond? It was hateful, and he knew how much it would hurt me. He was right, I didn't know people as well as I thought I did. I trusted him too much, and I let him too close. I gave him too much power, and I was out of control. I didn't think it was possible, but I loved him too much. He relishes in the pain he causes me, and I watch him begin to tear other people down. It breaks my heart that he could be that person. I know he's better, but he will continue to act like a dog backed into a corner who bites and claws because he has never been loved. I hope you got what you wanted.