I walk in and sink to my knees
You still have that affect on me
"No."
"Please."
"Stop."
I hate how you make me feel. Still.

I can feel your hand at my throat.
There is no anticipation now.
No pleasure.
No regret.
Just bitterness.

I hate that you're happy.
That you have everything you wanted.
I wish you still wanted me, just so I could take it away.
I want you to be as miserable as I am.
Do you remember what that felt like?

I do.
I never loved you.
I loved your misery.