You ruined love for me. I am exhausted of trying to fix your own trauma and my own. I’m tired of you telling me how much you love me and care for me and wish me the best after shattering my heart into a million pieces. I always gave everything I had. If you could only give me 10%, I gave you the other 90%. But I could never afford to give you less than what you gave me, because the minute I did you told me you didn’t wanna be with me anymore. And that it wasn’t ‘working out’ and ‘we’ tried but it wasn’t the right fit.

If you don’t like me, if you’re not in love with me anymore, if you wish you never met me, I wish you would just say that. I wish you would just tell me that you’re tired of being with me. That you want to see other people more than me. That you don’t love me but you wish you did. I wish you would stop fucking lying to me, and telling me you tried. Because you didn’t. I was there. I was there telling you to go to therapy, and take care of your mental and physical health. I was the one to participate in YOUR hobbies, hang out with YOUR friends, do what YOU wanted to do, cook what YOU wanted to cook, go where YOU wanted to go. You don’t know what love is, you know what it feels like to BE loved. You loved how much I loved you, but you didn’t love me.