I'm breaking under the weight of my broken heart.
You were my only source of oxygen, now I can no longer breathe, the life inside of me left when you did.
I stupidly thought you were "love" I didn't think that it would hurt so much.
You left, yet I still apologise for something that wasn't my fault.
I'm sorry I wasn't her.
I'm mad, not at you but at myself because I thought for a split second that the reflection in the mirror was loveable.
I feel like I'm your toy, the sad thing is that I don't mind as long as I can feel your touch on my skin.
I can't shake the feeling you gave me, but I also can't shake the feeling when you left.
I act heartless, I do have a heart it's just shattered and I have failed to find someone to help the pieces come back home.
I check my phone constantly, hoping to see your name then I remember that you left, you are no longer in my life but my heart makes me believe you still love me. How foolish.
