You aren’t worth your own playlist of songs anymore. You aren’t worth nights spent staying up crying over our pictures and moments. You do not deserve the words “I miss you” written next to your name in my journal. I do not deserve the “you sized” hole in my physical and mental being. You aren’t worth me calling my friends at 2 in the morning; I should be asleep. You aren’t worth me being afraid to sleep in my bed. Or being scared of the box on the top shelf of my closet-the one that holds the remains of when we were us- fading faster than your breath when you exhale in late December. You do not deserve a single ounce of my energy. I gave you all of my secrets, all of my attention, all of my love; leaving none behind for myself. And you, you took it, and you gave yours to her. I didn’t deserve the lies. I didn’t deserve you, you who turned out to be someone different than I though you were, because I deserve better.