I think I mistook your hate for love. All the lessons that you taught me just aren't adding up. Check plus for cuts that are deep enough and check plus for ribs that stick out of my skin. X minus for the baby stretch marks at the tops of my thighs. X minus for the desperate look in my tired eyes. Nothing ever felt right when you were in my bed. I know there's more to a relationship than hiding under the sheets. I think you had a list of evil instruction in your head. I don't think you meant to hurt me but you did. No one could fall into you without falling apart and I value my bones at their strongest so I dropped out while I still could. I dropped out, out of you. I've just got better things to do