What I hate most
is the image you left in my head
of the little, strawberry blonde girl,
following me everywhere I go.

because
you were the one too afraid to move on.
And i was the one begging for forever.

So you handed me
this perfect idea,
of me and you
and this fictitious child.

and i fell in love with us.
the future.
and you left
and stole from me a life id yet to live.

But ****,
how badly I wish
I could live in that fantasy.

Where at least,
you still love me.