You were the love of my life. I looked at you like you painted the sky but you looked at me like I was nothing. You took my love for you and twisted it against me. You made me question my morals, made me think that to be loved was to be treated less than, humiliated called slurs. But you’ve changed, you’re a good person now right? Why couldn’t you be who you are now for me? Why was I not enough for you to love me kindly, gently and truly. I hate you a lot lately but part of me still loves you and I’m scared I’ll never ever get over that pain. God why couldn’t you have loved me like you loved them.