Perception, you haven't a dollar to look through someone else's telescope but your own. I don't recall paying a cost to see the struggles you dealt with. So what gives you the right to have taken a piece of me when you left. Weren't you supposed to have packed your own bags and take YOUR belongings. Not steal what I've worked on for years, my trust, my hope, my optimism. Forget the heart break. There's more to come. I'll learn to survive without you. I'm engrossed by the fact that I'm missing. You've collected your souvenir. You came as a tourist to explore but you turned out to be an unwanted guest with no actual moral to look through my scope. My view. My perspective. The pain I suffer I revealed to you. You laughed because you didn't believe it to be true just because you never experienced my hurt. You took a piece of me and left a mere sketch of what I no longer call love.