He loved me… once
ONCE all my heart needed and wanted and craved. I felt solitude in the fact that his heart once belonged to me… even for just a fleeting moment- I knew it was mine.
He was always the fickle type – he never let me know too much but always fed me just enough to keep me close to him, clinging onto him, just enough to keep me wanting more of him.
I hate him for this. I hated him…
I hate him for all that he was… but nothing that he is. I don’t know him anymore.
Nothing that I am… Nothing that I am without anything of him….