The scars you've left are not just on the surface; they run deep, a testament to the profound hurt you inflicted.

This is the final drop. This ink, stained with the memory of your false promises and my foolish sacrifices, will be the last I bleed for you.

You exploited my love, my deepest vulnerabilities, and used them as instruments to reshape me into something unrecognizable, something that only served your fleeting desires.

I never, ever want to revisit that desolate landscape within myself, never want to feel the crushing weight of your indifference again.

The pain of that transformation, the feeling of my own self eroding, was excruciating. It was a violation of my very being, and the hollowness you left in its wake is a constant, aching reminder of your betrayal.

But I changed. It wasn't a superficial alteration; the very core of who I was, the soul you swore you cherished, fractured and reformed under the relentless pressure of your demands. You didn't just fail to see the real me; you actively dismantled me, piece by agonizing piece.

how can you claim to love ME, if you barely love the idea of me having a different form.

because unfortunately, yes, I was willing to completely change and lose myself for the sake of your so called "love".
you've left me lost in my own skin and numb in my own soul.

tell me, how could you claim to love me when you can't even keep my soul intact and supported?

how could you claim to love me if you're willing to completely change all you've known about me for the sake of your own lust?

the same ears that once captured your voice and heartbeat and gave it their own little spot of haven in my heart.

the same soul that weeps whenever you're upset with me or feels warm whenever i see your smile.

plzzz HAHAHAHAHAAHA 😭