You came.
You loved.
You used.
You left.
You. You. You, you! Her. She is all I can think about. I can still hear her stupidly contagious laugh. I can still see her laying on my couch. I can still feel her kisses.

She came crashing in unexpectedly one day. I saw her and she was all I could see. Soon after she was all I could see, hear, touch, be around, love.

She told me she loved me. She told me she meant it. She told me I mattered, made me believe I wasn't worthless to her. Made me believe her lies about her love and respect for me. That was all I thought about.

It was all her. Her, her her. HER!

But. But. But is always there. There's always something.

She lied. And I was stupid enough to believe those pretty lies.

She said what I wanted to hear, and I listened.

We were worlds apart but she made me feel close.

She and I lived in different worlds and she kept saying she would reach over.

She never did.

Goodbye.