killary

With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence - o'er and o'er again
Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain,
And memory, like a drop that, night and day,
Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away

-Thomas Moore

I still have the bruise on my thigh from where you bit me while we were making love. I wish I could cut it out of my skin. Your towel is still hanging on the back of my bedroom door and it smells like the shampoo I bought just for you. I want to burn it. Your game is still saved on my PS3 after you spent 20+ hours laying between my legs and playing it. I want to throw that out of my 12th story window.

You said you could never hurt me, that I was the best thing to happen to you, that I was always stuck in your mind... you said all of those things, held my face when you kissed me, looked me in the eye when we made love...

...and then you tossed me to the side like garbage onto the highway. I meant nothing to you. Everything you said was a lie. I thought you were a genuinely good person. Now I can't find anything good.

I wish I had never met you.