I don't know what I'm talking about

Again

Again.
I don't love myself anymore.
So yeah.
Maybe this should end.
Because after tonight, I'm never going to love myself again.
And no one will ever love me.
So yeah.
Good bye.
You were right.
A hell of a lot more bad than good came out of this.
This is angry.
This is hurt.
This is nothing like the rest of my book.
You tell me to learn who I am and what I want when you don't even know yourself
You tell me to communicate when you hide everything.
You tell me you love me
Then change your mind.
So no.
I didn't break myself.
You broke me.
You ask why I don't believe you when you say I love you then you don't believe me
You tell me you'll never let anyone hurt me yet you hung up and a broke.
Again.
Because suddenly I remember what it felt like to not just dislike myself
But to hate myself.
This has become unhealthy.
This is unhealthy.
This is something I wish never happened.
I wish this never happened.
I wish I never fell for you.
I wish what we had remained platonic.
I wish I kept what people said in mind
I wish I was more careful
I wish I know that everything you touched you broke.
You make yourself out to be the hero.
You tell me to love myself then write two poems about me that make me loathe myself.
It's late.
I finally realized.
This is no longer good.
It's no longer good for me.
You lied to me.
You lied to me.
I believed you.
I trusted you.

I fucking trusted you.