Of course I miss you.
I really, really do.
Our infatuation is what I miss most.
Beautiful memories,
Trampled by resentment and oncoming hatred.
Our "love" that once existed,
Now ceases to exist.
Broken darkness has consumed you.
Trembling, holding on to the last fragments of your old self.
Not even the fragments, or mere shards, remain.
Numb, now,
Unknowing of this unfamiliar you.
Pushed, and driven off the edge;
You made me stop caring.
I didn't want to, but I have to.
"How am I supposed to care about you if I can't even care about myself?"