Alone, I am incomplete.
Solitary. Quiet. Shy.
Afraid of expressing myself too much.
"What if no one will like me?"
I cringe back from the challenge of the freedom to be myself
in order to conform.

When you are here
Everything is right. Whole.
I shout as loudly as I want, I smile as bright as I can.
You made me thoughtful.
You helped me learn to love myself.
Every compliment
Glance
Smile
Made me flutter and feel lighter
And the mention of your name made me giddy.

But.
My obsession with you was unhealthy.
Our relationship, a strong, happy thing
was not as durable as I thought.
I became the storm, the whirlpool, ******* you in
and never letting go.
And you, the fragile butterfly,
collapsed under my weight,
and broke.

I relied on you too much.
And you got destroyed.