I wish I could take back every song I've ever sent to you, every book I've ever shared with you, every secret I've ever told you, every painting I've ever done for you and every photograph I've ever taken for you. I gave you every single piece of me that was up for grabs and then I reached around inside of myself to find more because I thought you were different and I thought you were going to piece each part together to make a complex but beautiful puzzle that only we could solve but instead you handed out the pieces of me to anyone and everyone that had the tiniest bit of interest until I was no longer my own person, or even yours; I belong to anyone you've ever given me to and you played it off as wanting everyone to appreciate the art but now I just wish I had kept myself secret because I'm left with all of these holes and missing parts and I'm forgetting how to function without them and the worst thing about all of this is that never once did you give me any parts of you and I thought you were just mysterious but I've realised you didn't want to make yourself vulnerable like I did to you but you never cared about me enough to stop me from ripping myself to shreds in front of your very eyes, both literally and metaphorically, because that would be too much like giving a **** and you'd be lying if you ever told me you knew how to do that.