You broke me.

You twisted my heart so much it has a dent.

You walked away and left me here, bleeding.

You cut me off. And didn’t even feel bad.

I’m sitting here. In tears. Missing you so much. And I don’t even know you.

You have too much going on in your life.

You’re busy.

You’re important.

You have family and friends.

You don’t really need me.

You’re scared.

You’ve thrown this away. Me away. And it hurts.

I don’t know whether to pray for you to come back.

Or, knowing that things will never be the same again, not to.