Him.

I ended it.

I did.

He didn’t appreciate Me, My mind, the time I gave, the money I spent.

He made Me feel alone even though I was with Him for so long.

I felt secondary to His interests.

but—

perhaps it was Me who was at fault for those feelings.

I wasn’t content with the hours He gave some days.

the console He provided never cheered Me up for long.

what I demanded? I knew that He didn’t want to or couldn’t deliver.

I was the selfish one..

I made Him angry, I made Him cry much more than He made Me.

I pushed Him away then because He had a sensitivity I didn’t think I could handle.

and even now, the longing I possess to have Him back is not all together pure.

so maybe it wasn’t so much Him, but more Me.