As much as I sometimes

wish (with all my god-

damned heart, baby)

that we’d never

ever

happened-

we did. I have to

accept it. You were

a part of me for

nine wasted months.

And maybe I don’t

need you, anymore,

but I still wonder

what made you leave

like that.

Why you treat me like

I’m stupid or ugly or

just a bitch, making

fun of me behind my

back.. but mostly just

ignoring me, like I

never even

existed to you.

I don’t know if you

know how much

that hurts.

There’s traces of you

left in my speech,

in my music, in

the shows that I watch

and even the food

I eat.

And I don’t love you,

anymore. Sometimes I question

if I ever did.

But you still

haunt me,

sometimes.

I wish your memory

would just leave me

alone.