Even my parents warned me against you.

He's a self-centred, aggreviating bastard, they said.

He doesn't care less.

But I thought you were different inside.

And you were, just

Crueller and colder.

More shut off to me.

I loved you too blindly,

so it hurt

way beyond your emotional capacity

That I thought was more than a teaspoon.

I should've known better.

I should've known that you would even take pleasure in

hurting me, breaking me,

And the silence finally speaks louder than words;

but not in a good way.