You are to me like fire is to an insect,
You attract me and give me nothing but burns.
My judgement muted by the volume of my lonely heart.

You gave me euphoria,
For a while,
Then you gave me misery.
You took down the walls that I built and then lit my heart on fire.
You gave me absolute destruction.
You caused me absolute devastation .

Yet still I can’t help but wonder,
Was it me?
Did I let you ruin me?
Did I let you shatter my heart?
Did I give you reason?
No.
It’s not my fault. It’s not my fault. It’s not my fault.

So why am I sorry?
Why am I sorry for hurting?
Why am I sorry for hating myself?
Why do I feel sorry that you hurt me like this.
Ripped out my ******* heart and tossed it to your friends to stomp all over and do what they like.
Why am I sorry for ever giving you my love when I knew you didn’t care?

And why can I not take it back,
Why do I still love you?