You broke my heart
with your cold and selfish ways,
cut it, stabbed it and left it bleeding.
You’re a coward,
a coward for the way you dumped me,
dropped me, ditched me.
You made me feel empty and broken,
small, insignificant, pathetic, unloved.
I loved you
no matter how many times we fought
or how many times you made me cry.
I loved you
no matter how demanding or clingy you got,
no matter how miserable you made me.
I still loved you
but you tossed that love aside
because I couldn’t be the fantasy girl you wanted,
because I couldn’t be anyone else but the real me.