Its been almost a month and I still think about you. I think about how you broke my heart, you crushed it. I needed you to breathe because my world crumbling down before I met you. I gave you the power to take everything away from me. When you left my lungs collapsed, I was drowning in my own self hate because I loved you so much that you controlled my life, my every move. But I find it funny how I never believed in love until you showed me, but what you showed me is what I come to realize is it wasn't love but perhaps a substitute for my broken soul, maybe you made me feel whole again. I hate you for making me love you, I hate you for allowing me to breathe you in when you knew you were toxic for me. I hate you for telling me I was worth something and then you left. But most of all I hate me. I hate me because even after you were toxic air that I breathed and after you pulled my heart out and crushed it, I would still come running at your demand. I would take you back no matter what. But its been almost a month and you still haven't come back. I see your picture, you're happy, but look at mine. I'm smiling but inside I'm crushed. I hope you see me and die inside. I hope you know what you've caused. I hope you're happy