you texted me the other day and i wanted so badly to ask you to stay this time, so we could try to go back to how it used to be. then i remembered that you are not mine anymore and that maybe you never even were. you ripped the heart out of my chest while looking me in the eyes and i let you, i held your cheek in my hand as you did so and worshipped your every flaw. you looked so full of care for just a moment. the way you pretended to want me was so violent but it felt even worse when you left, a wound left to bleed by itself. it's a feeling you can't ever really forget. those scars will be on my body forever. if someone as undeserving of it as me can even understand what love is, then i think i've loved you and stupidly i still do. and if there's one thing i know, is that it just has to be you and no one else. i still think you're perfect for me.