“All the pain I put you throughImploded, exploded and demolished youWhat did you do to deserve all thisBut love me, this endlessly broken abyss ?!Now, nothing have I becomeI’ve lost myself and have gone numbAnd here I am wondering How you are and how you’ve beenAre you happy through all the pain?Did you manage to break that chainThe One from which you suffocated When I ended us, unappreciated Has your heart at all mendedFrom all the blows I extended?Do I ever cross your mind?Do you still hate me, after all this time?I am deserving of all of thisOf all the pain and lack of blissI became the reason whyYour glowing eyes still cry and cryI won’t ask for your forgiveness My lack of you is my deepest illnessForgiveness given to me would be a crimeBut even if you did, I wouldn’t give myself mineRegret fills my very essenceMy whole being will miss your presenceI lost my singularity of creationI just wish for you more appreciation Loneliness my bitter friendWe’ll be together until the endA long life of being hollowA continuum of time in endless sorrow”

“Your ability to make me feel like I was less than I was, took awhile to recover from. But after ripping my own self worth to shreds for so long, I realized that I wasn’t less just because I was more than your inexperienced hands could handle.”

“Sometimes you have to look at it like this. If that’s the chick he married, no wonder it didn’t work out with you.”

“Deep down, I think everybody wants to be ‘the one’ to someone. I don’t know if I’ve ever been that person to anyone else – but I do know you are that person to me. You are the one. The only one. And you always will be.”

“It didn’t hurt me. Not “hurt”. Hurt is a four letter word. It’s short, almost cute sounding. Aawwww, did that hurt? No. It didn’t hurt. Destroyed, Obliterated, Desecrated, Annihilated, Demolished, Shattered, or Demoralised maybe… But no. It didn’t hurt me. It didn’t “hurt” me at all.”

“She wears it so beautifully doesn’t she, her pain… Always smiling, always positive…. always happy to help… It’s like a garment perfectly tailored to fit the way she carries it… with a touch of grace… and the quietness of that sad smile…. All so you’d never know how heavy it really was.”

“I don’t write about you because you don’t deserve to be immortalised in my words.I’ll leave you to float around in my mind until forgetfulness comes to take you away.”