Blood that emitted from my paining heart left unwanted stains on my favorite white dress.

Loving you made me feel broken and it made me feel weak, and I always put you first, always before me.

You took it upon yourself to undo every stitch I had sewed to keep every last bit of my sanity contained.

I should have ran away the second I heard your name and I shouldn't have taken part in every one of your mind games.

Yet through it all, you still meant everything to me because I didn't truly see in you what everyone wanted me to believe.

The knife you stabbed me in the back with turned out to be a comfortable fit and it was persuasive enough to convince me to leave.