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I miss you.

I miss the person you used to be, the person I loved.

Seeing you used to bring joy to my heart.

Now when I see you, I see nothing but a scar and cringe at the sight of the mutilation.

It seems as though you couldn't care less about me.

I freely extend so much love to you and you engorge yourself, 

like a parasitic sponge.

A heart can only stay warm until it turns cold.

You seem to be testing me, to see just how far you can push,

In some perverse curiosity, 
as to whether I might actually let my feelings walk away,

Thinking that once I turn you can suddenly shout out to me.

Suddenly reach out and grab me, hugging my pain away.

You can't hug my pain away, because my pain no longer exists.

Your sorry eyes full of tears have no heart strings left to tug,

You ripped all the strings out carelessly.

Now you seem to get the picture.

Look how pathetic you are upon realizing I mean business.

Repeating your phony epiphany to me like I'm hard of hearing.

Your sheer disbelief and desperation are proof of your nasty arrogance.

You seem to have forgotten that you were the one that wanted this.

As if I'm naive to the only motive possible of why you pushed so far,

Thoughtless to my feelings, careless of if I went over the edge.

Now you're over the edge.

I watch you shatter in harsh neutrality. 

You have the audacity to call me heartless now.

Playing victim like your going for an Emmy Award.

You couldn't have possibly expected any other outcome.

You didn't expect any outcome is the problem.

Living your life on your knees to your primal urges,

Blowing whichever direction the beast blew you about,

With utter lack of mindfulness.

Well now you've certainly got a mess on your hands.

Two shattered hearts to scavenge out of the darkness and piece together.

A still buzzing life wrapped around you that wasn't planned for.

A trail of tears your responsible for weighing down.

As the twice broken man gazes on at his reflection.

And the deeply saddened addict stares back.