I know I hit rock bottom when you looked me in the eyes and told me that I couldn't be what you needed anymore. You used up all my passion on your artwork and all my love for your heart and all my intelligence for your brain. I wasn't cutting it. But she was. She was overflowing with strokes of paint to create a masterpiece and lust filled eyes and she was sharp on her wit which you knew you could use. It was nothing for you to get up and go, to walk away from anything I ever was. I'm not angry and I'm not upset. She was beautiful and still is. Her beautiful heart will hopefully be able to soothe the cracks in yours and let you see that the whole **** world doesn't revolve around your needs. Because **** I needed you but you just left. You left and I'm fine with that because one day I'll be leaving to. Off into the world unknown, where you are unknown to me.