I thought you would stay. I really  fucking did.

You caused me to believe that, to you, I was not impossible to love. 

I had faith in you. However, you were always reaching for your next fix, burying yourself deeper into your next rock bottom.

You were too jaded to trust. You never let me show you how I may struggle to hold myself up but I'd heave my last breath hoisting you up. 

You somehow think I've moved on? There is no getting past this.

There is absolutely no getting past you.