Every Lie We Told

9. The end of our lies

We were back together but I was more broken apart than ever.

The pain of the purple bruises along my pale skin were nothing. 

Nothing compared to the aching in my chest.

You'd ask me what was wrong. 

For a while I couldn't answer because I truly didn't know.

And then one night I found myself unable to look in the clear mirror.

I realized the longer I loved you the less I loved myself. 

I realized I didn't need you. 

I needed me.