To the boy who broke me,
At one point I thought of you as a handsome, goofy, and engaging guy. This has changed. You bought me a latte each morning. The funny thing is you could never remember my order. I would tell you "Butter pecan latte with lots of sugar." I also told you I loved you, I guess you never remembered that either.
You didn't want to know anything of my past and I thought that was completely okay, maybe you knew I was tainted and it would crush you knowing why. All of the problems I faced in my past were stuck in my head and not to be spoken of. Your obsession with drugs and sex got the best of you. I felt like a doll, somebody you went to when you found it convinient. All of your money and love went to that maryjane, but you couldn't spare any for more important things.
I loved you unconditionally. The cigar smell on your skin was home and when we were together I was home. I put my trust into the smell of your skin and the taste of your lips. You failed me. Everything was going wrong left and right. I knew nothing could stop us from breaking up. If something is meant to be, it will be.
We met her through a mutual friend. You could tell just by looking at her she was more two faced than a jar full of change. I can't believe she could look me in the eye and call me a friend or tell us how cute we were together. Behind the scenes I should've known she had been kissing your lips too. In the end you left a diamond for fools gold. The drugs, and eventually alcohol, got the best of you.
I then found out everything after you dumped me for some bogus excuse. Our mutual friend's told me the truth only a couple weeks after our breakup. You cheated on me. The pieces were put together in my head and it made so much sense. I was even more devastated than I was when I first lost you. I felt like I lost my world, my star, and my soul. My body has become weak. I've lost my appetite and the stomach you used to lay on when you got sleepy had shrunk. Everything that was left of you has been washed down the drain or turned into ashes. I still wonder if you have the tattoo that marked our everlasting love with our anniversary date. How does she feel about it? You broke me.
It's not all terrible though. I want to thank you and her. You showed me that life is more than sitting on the couch getting stoned. My life is full of friends, family, and love. You're the reason why I'm not giving up on myself. I know I can be better. My path into adulthood is going to be a healthy, one thanks to the wake up call your presence gave me.
With all the hate in the world,
The girl you broke
