Forgotten

     Shattered glass would have been easier to fix than the way he left my heart. I gave him everything, but it was never enough. He used and abused my attention, betrayed my love, and toyed with my body. It was like I was simply a little play thing that didn't matter, and once I outlived my usefulness I was cast away with garbage. He tore me apart, and for what? A couple nights with someone in his arms? I'm broken, crippled in a way that no one could feel affection towards me again. I was disfigured because of him, twisted and cruel in order to protect my fragile soul. I would go one alone, loved by none and cared by even fewer. 

     Who knows; maybe I'll just end it right here and fix the problem. I mean it had to have been me, right? Why else would he pretend to love me, give me false hope for a future and kids? I was too clingy, obsessive or demanding. I didn't put enough effort into the relationship, and I lost them. I must have driven him away, that's the only possible excuse.

     It's not like I was used. Human beings don't act like that. We care for one another, comfort and console. Hurting each other is idiotic, useless and blatantly necessary. We're smarter than that... Are we not?