How is it possible to love someone unquestionably one day and then leave them hanging out to dry and rot in hell the next? A piece of me has died and the pain is excruciating. I hate that I have to refer to my best friend in past tense. Like the devil himself ripped him out from my grip.

Laughing and sharing the most intimate moments one day and then disintegrating in trenches the next? At what moment did you decide to stop caring?At what moment did the reality of throwing our love away become a good idea? I hope you’re proud. You’ve managed to destroy something so pure. So real. So special. And for what? For your chance at solitary? I never knew that you were so damn selfish. Who’s going to help you recover from your self made ditch?

You make me feel alive. It’s what you said. How was I supposed to know it would be the biggest lie, unless, you’re laying there decomposing as I sit here and cry.

I’ve never been met with such pain and I pray that you aren’t feeling what I am feeling. To wish this pain on someone is wicked . To cause this pain is cruel.