Twisted Fairytales And My Empty Armored Knight

The difference between me and her is she was in the moment and I was forever. Our forever was a fortune, but you spent every dime on something that only lasts a minute. That's like spending every dollar you've ever earned on a feather that flew out of your hand when the wind blew. When you finally realize what you've lost, don't call me. Don't text me. Don't write me. Just remember this... I told you so. I just have a question... Does it suck to wake up to someone you don't love? My heart breaks for you. You have my sympathy. But I don't love you like I used to. I see your flaws, as I always have, but this time they're bigger. Clearer. I don't love who you've become. I don't love this version of you. How could I? You lie, cheat, and deceive. How could you make me fall in love with you and then hurt me repeatedly? I'm not a yo-yo. Eventually I stop coming back. But let's be honest, you never really loved me. Love is pure and kind. Your thoughts were unclean and your words were hurtful. My thoughts were always of you and my words were well thought out and sweet. You said you loved me, but you only loved yourself. You are not the girl I fell in love with. She was strong and willing to fight for me. Was that you or my imagination? I'm not sure anymore. I can't separate what happened in my head from what actually happened. You rode in on a white horse and rescued me from the tower that is my mind, but did you really? Maybe you just changed my wallpaper and made me believe I was free. Now that you're gone, so is my "freedom". You perfected the I'm sorry's and I love you's to the point where I lost sight of the truth, you never loved me. So what was the point in our twisted fairy-tale? Was it to hurt me? To destroy what little I had left of a heart? If so, you succeeded. But I think I understand what your problem was. I think you wanted someone to fix. I let you see how broken I was and you set out to put the pieces of me back together. Once I was fixed you got bored. So you broke me just to fix me. Again. And again. And again. And again. If we didn't have issues you got bored. So you created problems, picked fights, and broke me. To what end? My end. Well, you know what? I didn't ask to be fixed until you showed me what it felt like to be whole. I just wanted someone to love my broken pieces. Not put them back together. You made me depend on you, when before you, I was nothing but independent. You made me need you. Now I realize that I don't really need you. And I don't really need to be fixed. I just need someone to love me the way you never did. The way I dreamt you would. And I hope you walk a straight line. And I hope it all goes up from here for you. And I hope you go to heaven. Because, for me, things are only going to get worse and I don't want you in hell with me. But despite all of my good wishes, I hope you get hurt the way you hurt me. I hope you wake up in the middle of the night completely out of breath and crying trying to scream my name, but nothing ever comes out. And I hope you hear me crying when you're bathed in silence. And I hope when she laughs you hear mine. I hope my memory haunts you to your grave. But I hope you go to heaven. And I hope you find whatever it is that I didn't have. And I hope you're happy. But I hope you find that you miss me and find yourself looking me up and find this and realize how bad you actually messed up. But I hope you brush it off.