Inboxes//C.T.H

Prologue

I sat, shaking. You were so unpredictable. Your mouth opened and nothing but poison spilled from your filthy, lying lips. Lying was second nature to you, it just happened instinctively. Not this time. Your words did not damage my tough exterior but became deeply embedded in my mind and in my heart. From then on, no amount of apologies, no amount of tears you cry or flowers you bring could ever erase how you wounded me, how you stabbed me and twisted the knife.

Days later I was started to come to terms with it all. How you blatantly lied to me and felt absolutely no remorse. How you tried to apologise and I was not ready to accept it yet, in fear that you may mistreat me again. Then how you just decided to give up on me so quickly like I never even mattered to you to begin with. Like you only apologised because you felt inclined to, not because you were feeling the slightest bit guilt.

What you don't understand is how I felt about you. I didn't want to admit to being in love with somebody as toxic as you, I never planned on this ever happening. I know it might not have seemed like it at the time, but I wouldn't be so heart broken about it now if it wasn't love.  I know that I'm not as pretty as the girls you like, but at least I can say truthfully, that I loved you, I loved you fully, with every atom in my body, I fucking loved you.

And you fucking broke me.