Sometimes you
figure out why people
come into your life
and why they leave.
And then other times,
you never know.
We became toxic
to each other,
like a drug we couldn't
detox away,
no matter how hard
we try.
I still don't know why
he came into my life,
but I know why he left.
All I did was hurt him,
and all he did was hurt me.
Maybe it's better
this way.
Because when I hear
his name all I want
to do is throw up.