You and I were just begging to break from the moment we met. We were paper and an open flame. So it's no surprise that we fell apart. You were toxic. You were no good for me. Even now, I'm still cleaning out the toxins you left in my bloodstream. Every word you said, carelessly tossed like a bag after a long day, was flung at my face, a precision blade laced with poison. And only now have I begun to take these blades and cut our ties and heal myself. It's because of you that I'm falling apart again.
I'm ashamed that I fooled myself into thinking we could ever be anything.