I left because I had to. Because I no longer felt in control of my own self. Because it was all too good to be true. You’re poisonous. Now, you see, your kind of poison doesn’t just kill. It makes you feel good, so good you don’t even know you’re dying. Like a drug. You’re both the anaesthetic AND the cancer.
I left because your presence was blinding. You made me selfish and demanding and selfish and. You made me crave you. You made me happiest but you devastated me. You made me believe that you were good for me.
I loved you whole-heartedly. With all that I have and am. You drained me of me and what made me me. And left me with a you-shaped void.