You never loved me. I realize that now.
I’m not your girlfriend anymore, and maybe I never was.
I thought we connected, but I was really just a target.
You have to live with yourself every day. But I don’t have to anymore.
It is your survival. Who is your next move?
You mirror my emotions, but can’t look at your own reflection.
There is no grey because everybody is wrong, just so you are right.
I am watching you self-sabotage while you throw blame.
I now realize you were OK in your disappearing silence. You were more than OK in someone else’s arms.
My love was for your potential.
My give tank is empty. Money, time, energy, smiles, touch, love.
While you were too busy finding faults in me, I was too busy overlooking yours.
Integrity is matching your words with your actions. You’re not mean to people you supposedly love.
I am a shell of myself. This is my final journey.
If you need support, you’re not alone.
