Your love left me beaten down and destroyed. Your love left me empty. Your love took everything that I had and left me a mere shadow of myself. You dug into me with your long curved nails and left a scar too deep to heal. A scar on my heart and a scar on my soul the day you left me for her. Your love destroyed my very being and left me with memories and scars.
Your love was a cancer that ate away at my heart. Your love was infections like a disease. Your love was painful like a sore. Your love had no cure. Your love immobilized me, it paralyzed me and watched me die. Your love festered and burned me to my very core and left a mark on me.
I gave you everything I had. I trusted you. I took down barriers I took years to build and let you in my walls and you set the castle on fire. You led in armies to destroy my kingdom and stood by and laughed while the village burned. You were Nero, dancing on the roofs of the destruction in my heart while my love for you blazed on and consumed me. My love for you suffocated me like smoke as you poured betrayal like ice cold water over me and put out my spark.
Your love ate me alive like a wild animal, feasting on its long dead prey. Your love stalked me, your love snuck up and hid from me, and pounced when I was vulnerable. Your love wasn't love, it was a need like hunger or thirst and you used me to fulfill it. Your love took everything I had to offer and left me as a pile of bones and scraps. Your love killed me, and left a piece of me dead.
Your love left me with nothing but grief and sorrow and anguish. People say that it is better to have love and lost. I think it would have been better to never feel your love at all. I didn't just lose you, I lost myself. Your love stripped me of myself and for that reason, I wish I would have never loved you at all.
