You made me so miserable. You created the callous reclusive bitch I see in the mirror; the one who is slowly killing me inside and I'm still so broken from the force of her hatred and sadness.

I look back on the times we shared with such disdain and disappointment and yet a smile always decorates my face. I fail to see why.

I told everyone that I deleted our conversations; our photos; the poems you sent to me when we were just 'friends'. I read them sometimes and wonder who the girl is that you speak of so dearly. Was it me?

Or was it her?

...

I'm still just as foolish as I was when I first fell in love with you.

I fall asleep at night and all I think of is you, the pain you caused me, and the joy.

I shouldn't be thinking of you. I've moved on now, I have a new love and he's so much better than you ever could be.

Yet even when I'm with him, I find myself looking at you. I don't mean to... it's just so hard not to gaze at the eyes that I love so much.

Letting go of our memories is an impossible task; they're a part of me now, etched into my heart and no matter how much they hurt me I know that I never want to let them go.

Ever.

They are all I have now of our time together.

I know in my heart that I will love you for as long as I live, whether I want to or not. I know over time I will want to forget you. You mean a lot to me now but I hope that'll soon change because I can't live like this anymore.

I need to make things right, so would you please get the hell out of my heart...