08.08.14: I look in the mirror and I see the fingerprints seared into my skin. I see all the things you called | beautiful | and see them as ugly tainted and defiled. Because you built up an image of me I never could see, when you left it came crashing down even lower than before. Now I hate words like: "I'm sorry", "I love you", & "I won't leave". Because you did everything you said you wouldn't. You weren't sorry—you're dating someone else. You don't love me—you lust me. You left. And now I've got a void called my heart that's filled with shattered pieces after you bulldozed through my life. Thanks for the poison memories and toxic dreams.