The Swallows and the Sunsets

Grim

I don't miss you. Not a single cell in my body misses your presence in my life but there isn't a day that goes by where you aren't somehow in my mind.

I don't love you anymore. Not a single cell in my body loves you like I said I did but there isn't a day that goes by where I can't help but compare someone to you.

I don't care about you. Not a single cell in my body cares about your well being but I still hope you're alive. I still wonder if he beats you to pulp.

I don't hate you. Not a single cell in my body hates you, but I hate how you made me feel. I will always hate how you made me crumble at your words and how you made a small part of me believe you, but deep down inside all the while I knew you didn't mean a damn thing. That you were just a lonely, shattered soul begging for someone to glue you back together again.

I don't blame you for how I am.
But I blame you for how I was.

You shoved this forced love down my throat until I was choking on it and you cried because I wasn't swallowing.
You sobbed when I spit it back up in your face and said I didn't want it.

And I was the one who said sorry for all of it.