To you

For 6 months I lived in agony over you. Those 6 months were separated into 6 stages.

The first stage being my denial.

The second being my acceptance, my acceptance that it was all real and that the past 2 years with you meant nothing.

The third stage was my attempt to move on. Moving on with a selfish boy who would never show me kindness or happiness like I deserved. But what did I care? I was a broken vase and he was the glue to hold me together. Of course, only temporarily.

My forth stage was the worst. "You don't need that" I said to myself daily as I watched others around me eating as any normal person would. The food was poison to me. To me, the food was why you left.

The fifth stage was a bitter blur of bitter drinks and horrible mistakes. Party to party I ran, searching for any distraction I could find. I never found one good enough. Go figure. The last, and final stage was my realization. I remember looking in the mirror and seeing marks all over my body from nights I didn't remember. My ribs so visible, it hurt to look at my reflection in the mirror. You see, I loved you. I had given my body, mind, and being to you. You looked at my gift and laughed in my face. Two years spent with you. Two years gone. Now I want you to know, that a year later, I've found the happiness within myself. I know I will never again, let a selfish boy ruin me the way you did.