he tried to make me a better person,
he slowly taped every broken part of me back together.
he was starting to make me feel whole, like a person.
i felt nothing till him, and then our words collided and god; i felt everything.
and now he's gone and i'm nothing but a clump of cells trying to live everyday as if i didn't wish it was my last.
now he's gone and i look for him in every person i see, and fuck do i hate him.
i hate him because he put me through hell and he made me this toxic person, that i vowed i would never be.
i hate him, but i crave him in all aspects.
i will always believe he was my person.
and i'll hate myself every waking moment for thinking that.
and i know my friends hate me for continuing to think about him and miss him.
he turned me into someone i'm not, and i just want to let go.
