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.