And then, it hit me. The realization was true. You were like the rest. It burns my heart like a flame. You still ignite a fire in my eyes each and every time I look at you. But you broke me. You did what they all said they never would and you promised you never would too. You crumpled me up into tiny pieces and threw me away like I was a piece of trash. Like I was nothing. Now I'm certain that's what I am. Nothing.
Why are you so addicting, such as a drug? Sometimes I wish you were actually a drug so I'd disintegrate. So I'd die. Maybe then on my grave they'd engrave on it that I had a story worth telling; rather than my name and death date.
