People would describe me as having a benevolent heart, but that was before you. I used to send you good morning texts but not anymore. You told me that we're not lovers, we're just strangers. I can understand why. It was heaven in hiding for us, though that was entirely my fault. I was scared of others opinions and the devil in me reverberated those thoughts just like a cave with no end. If only walls could talk, everyone would have known that my heart was an angel on fire when I was with you. Pure and impassioned. I'd written you 100 letters and within them I never told a lie. You strung me along and I didn't even notice until it was too late. It was as if I had my eyes closed the whole time. I only hope you don't play with some else's heart like you did mine. You told me it was now or never but I just wasn't ready to come out and at the time I really was sorry for that. Now not so much. Since you I've been alone but not lonely. You made me feel like I was bad at love but maybe I'm just hopeless.