You said you cared, and that I should believe you. So I did. You said that I should take my pants off for you. So I did. You said I should let you do this and that. So I did. What you didn't say is is that you would leave me here to think of myself as a horrible human being. Someone not worth loving. You also didn't say that while letting you do those things you were creating a graveyard inside of me, because now I feel so, dead. So, empty. I now blame you for the tombstone that reads, "she only wanted to be loved".