I know you'll never leave me,

Even as you fade away.

A warmth that lingers,

A love that never dies.

A dance that's never ending,

A song that always plays.

I know you'll never leave me,

Even as you fade away.

She was reminiscent of a star. Exceedingly bright and exceptionally lovely from the outside. And like a star she was dead inside.

It isn't hopeful, nor a play on word lost to the same cliche of time. She did not look to man as a way of sealing off the cracks in her chest. Instead, she looked to him as the cause.

In every crack she was reminded of him. Him the addict with the silver tongue who pierced her heart so easily. Him the man who fed her sweet nothings while tearing her apart.

He was every evil analogy written in Shakespeare's hand. A devil disguised as an angel hell bent on making her feel small.

And yet she had loved him wholly and with her entirety only to be left torn and tattered with nothing but a dim light left in her soul.

And like all dying stars, she exuded beauty to all who's eyes fell upon her, only to be burnt out entirely inside.

There are a million little, vicious things I could say to you, but I won't. Instead I'll say thank you, because it will hurt you more than anything else I could choose to say.

I'll thank you for all the laughter, tears, smiles, and laughter you've brought me, and I wish the same happiness to you simply because of that.

Most importantly, I'll thank you for showing me how strong I can be without you and for pushing me forward without any more strings attached. I'll thank you for forcing me to let you go because you've taught me I'm better off without you.

I hate you for all the little things you’ve said to me;

The ones that resonate in my mind.

I hate you for all the times you made me cry;

All the times you never apologized.

I hate you for your addiction.

And how it changed our lives.

I hate the future you promised me,

That ended up full of lies.

I hate the way you kissed me,

Because now no one can compete.

I hate all the thing you said to me,

That made me feel complete.

I hate you for making me feel beautiful,

Only to throw that all away.

I hate you for telling me never to worry;

she was clearly the one you wanted anyway.

I hate you for making me love you,

Because it just won’t go away.

I hate you for not loving me,

Enough to chose to stay.