I want to write about you
And how I unveiled myself,
Apparently to a stranger.
But I don’t want to give you that credit
The satisfaction of your actions.
So I won’t say how it pains me to look at you,
I won’t say how I opened up to you, really opened up,
In every sense of the word.
I won’t say how you made me cry
Over and over until my eyes swelled, puffy and grey.
Even if you did all those things
Even if I gave you everything and all I had in return was regret and anguish
For allowing you to destroy the strongest part of me
Why did you destroy the strongest part of me?