You are
The influence to my writings
Creator of my sadness
Author of my heartbreak
My muse for it all

You and I are alike in a way
Both used each other heartlessly and ruthlessly
But in a very different clashing type of manner
I was used to satisfy desire and passion burning within
You were used as an attempt to fill voids of emptiness
Along the way my intentions were altered
Yours remained the same
That is when we grew apart
And I fell apart

"I actually feel sorry for you, because I feel like you wanted a relationship with me but couldn't admit it"

You were right my love, I regret never opening up to you. I was always to afraid that you would realize I was never truly what you wanted. I did not want to be hurt by someone I cared for so much, but in the end I just hurt the both of us.