I always thought,
what am I without You?
But what am I with you?

A soul-less body.
You were to build me up, but instead
You were a wrecking ball, rummaging through
the walls of my life, leaving me
broken down.

Every kiss, a pint of venom.
Every word, an injection of poison.
How could I have not seen?

Every word a lie.
Until you spoke the truth,
Stung like a bee.
Hurt like a stampede.

And as I lay my head a rest,
You probably out being happy
while I am a mess.

You were my downfall.
You were my favourite mistake.
A nightmare, disguised
as a daydream