If I had known you were going to treat me like this, I would have never responded to your messages. You are a selfish jerk. You come when you want. You leave when you want. You speak to me only when you want. What about what I want? Here I am, alone, beaten and bloody, calling your number and you won't answer. You think I want you here just so I'm not alone. I want you hear so he stops showing up. But you're too caught up in your own life to see the bruises and scars in mine.

Even after all this time

There are still days that I wake up and am confused as to why I am alone. And days that I just want you to walk up behind me and hold me close. Days that I wish you were here to talk to, to tell you about my day. But those days are long gone. I'm alone in this world. You've moved on so quickly and so fluently. It's almost as though I never existed. Maybe I never did.