Life is a culmination of good things and bad things, but sometimes it’s hard to tell the good from the bad.
The darkness and the light.
You were the light of my life, and I used to think that was a good thing.
But I think we overlook the fact that life isn’t that simple.
Things aren’t just good or bad, and things don’t always fit into the categories of light and dark.
You have to see the world in a different way every day.
You were the light of my life, but not all light is a good thing.
And not all darkness is a bad thing.
Light is like dancing with fire. If you get too close you burn yourself, but if you’re too far away you could freeze.
And I think I got burnt.
But the darkness.
It’s intoxicating and beautiful.
It’s intriguing and terrifying, but I think that’s something we all need in our lives.
We can’t always keep things safe.
And if you were the light of my life, I think darkness is exactly what I need.
I got too close to the fire.
I made the mistake and trusted the flame—something that is too erratic and unpredictable to be trusted.

To be fair, I should have seen it coming.

But that doesn’t make it any better.

You told me you cared about me.

And for what? Some petty revenge plot?

What did I ever do to you?

All I did was care.

You can’t blame me for making that mistake.

But I guess what they say is true.

History repeats itself.

And I guess it gets worse every time.

I guess it starts to hurt more and more.

And what gives you the right to hurt me?

I never tried to hurt you.

I never even dreamed of it.

How could someone do something so cruel?

So heartless?

To somebody who once cared about them?

But I guess that’s all you are. Cruel, heartless.

And I just keep telling myself that.

This only goes to show no matter how substandard I am,

You must be even worse.

I could never do this to someone,

But you obviously could.

And I think you need to ask yourself,

“Was it worth it?”

Someday, I’ll have forgotten all about you.

And I’ll have moved on.

I’ll have a family, a nice job in a quaint little town.

And I’ll never look back.

But you will.

Someday, your emptiness will catch up with you.

And you’ll look back,

Unable to move on.

You’ll wonder where I am, what I’m doing.

And when that day comes, you will ask yourself,

“Was it worth it?”