****, did I love you,
You, and all your insecurities.
Fears.
Lies.
Hatred.

Loving you is twisted,
That, I know.
I threw myself at you.
I didn't realize I was throwing myself away.

"How could you love such a thing?"
"How could you do this to yourself?"
Those are the questions I always seem to ask myself.
I used to be able to answer them,
No spaces between my words.
No hesitation.
But now?
Now there's nothing but an ear piercing silence.
And I've realized that I can't answer.
Because it's not me inside my head anymore.
It's you, and all your insecurities.
Fears.
Lies.
Hatred.

You have crawled under my skin,
Cut and rearranged the wires to my head,
Imbedded yourself in each and every single one of my brain cells,
Taken away morals I used to possess.
It's my fault though,
Isn't it?
That's what you claim.

I should have warned you that getting close to me,
Would damage you beyond repair.
But then again,
I guess we both should've come with warning labels