I can't take anymore of your half truths.
I can't bear the weight of your passive aggressive disdain.

A simple text "hi" from you is a throwing star into my brain.
A touch from your finger and, like cloth, my skin parts.

Broken open and alone.
Broken with a splintered heart.

Is compassion this difficult for you?
Is it OK to always take away my power?

In the depths of your heart all you wanted was to control me.
In my own defense, now I can't wait on you to text me back for another hour.

I won't let you lie to me or ignore me anymore.
I have to find a way to live without you.

This is the end of me being the kind of person that would let you use me for your own sick mind games.
This is the beginning of me made new.