"I promise I'll never hurt you or break your heart"
19 months later I'm hurt and heartbroken.

I don't understand how you smile with your friends while I cry myself to sleep.
I don't understand how you dance to music while every sad song I hear instantly reminds me of you.
I don't understand how your heart feels full, but mine is shattered.
I don't understand how you feel nothing, but I feel everything.
I don't understand how one day you loved me, but the next day you didn't.

Being ripped apart from the only place you called home.
Being ripped apart from the one place you felt safe and secure.
Being ripped apart from the place where all your best memories were were made.
Being ripped apart from the only people that gave you strength.
Being ripped apart from everything you've ever loved and cared about.

And people think these rips can be simply sewn back together and you'll be as good as new.

This was the night I lost it.
The night I "gave' it to you.
But really, the night you took it from me.

I don't remember, but you do. You knew what you were doing was wrong, but you did it anyways.

I told myself it was okay. I convinced myself it was fine because I loved you. But it wasn't okay.


You took advantage of me to please yourself. And because you didn't regret it, I thought I shouldn't regret it either.