You were not worth any of the tears that I cried for you, you were not worth all the time that I spent on you. I used to think that I was in love with you but now I know that isn’t true. You took and took from me until there was nothing left, and then you were gone too. I can’t say that I miss you, because that would not be true. I can breathe without you here, I can feel my heart beating inside of my chest and for once, it does not feel heavy. You were a burden I was carrying around with me everywhere I went, a nightmare that I had even while I was awake. You never deserved me. I was overflowing with love and you took it all for granted. I spent so many of my words on you, and I know I can’t take them back, but I wish I could. I wish I could take them all back and hand them to someone who actually deserves them. These words that I’m writing for you right now are vacant of love. What I’m trying to say is that I do not love you anymore, and I don’t know if I ever truly did. I hope all of these words lay heavily on your conscience, because this is the last time I will ever write about you.
