Loving you was pushing too far down on the gas pedal-a danger to both myself and others. Loving you was at times, over eating from stress and at times not eating at all from nerves. Loving you was staying up to late because I couldn't sleep unless you told me goodnight. Loving you was constant mirror checks and frequently running my fingers through my hair, picking my nail beds out of worry and biting the skin of my bottom lip raw. Loving you was crying myself to sleep every other night because of our broken conversation, and holding my breath every time you chose to punish me.

Loving you was never any good for me.