Your absence was pain

But your presence was agony

My empty bed filled with tears

But your company felt crowded

Your words like a drug

And I was constantly in withdrawal

A pierce to my heart covered in bandaids that couldn’t hold it together anymore

My mistakes were your excuse

You pushed me away literally and metaphorically

But you expected me to stay

My toxic attraction

Was the death of me

But the me that died,

Was the me I hated

She re-emerges at times to haunt me

But I still hate her

She is jealous that it wasn’t her who felt the joy I feel now

But she wants me to remember

Begging me to never forget

That I don’t miss you.