I hate the word love especially when it fell off your lips with such disgust. I have never hated myself so much until you stopped loving me. I found every flaw I could find and blamed it on those. I love you and I hate myself for it. I knew I wasn't good enough and yet I still went for you. I don't know why this hurts so much but it feels like an actual part of me is missing. I shouldn't have gotten so close because I knew it would hurt me. I shouldn't have fallen so hard but it was impossible to stop.
