You & I

We need to annihilate this toxic cycle of back-and-forth, up-and-down, side-to-side nonsense. I'm fed up with the emotional whiplash of reading your sweet nothings, only to be slapped in the face with your glacial behavior and dismissive responses. I'm done playing along; I refuse to be a part of these manipulative games anymore.

Is this the real you?

The person I was foolish enough to consider rebuilding trust with? The same one who sent me plummeting into darkness and mental decay? Because all I ever wanted was you, and you alone.

What a crude fucking joke. A maniac's laugh, You & I:

Looking back, before I knew the truth:

I used to wrestle with the idea that someone so kind, loving, and familiar could actually exist - troublesome to comprehend how you could EVEN be real. You were my focal point, my partner and my future.

Now I struggle to utterly understand if you're even a real person. Quietly hoping that whatever black-voided thing you've shown yourself to be, isn't what you truly are

That monstrous, corrupted version of you, strangled by the dark, suffocating arms of lies and infidelity, is a sickening travesty of the sweet, wonderful person I was blind enough to believe you were.

I will claw my way back from the wreckage of your lies. Your betrayal—and the cruel, calculated actions that shoved me straight into the depths of a psych ward.

But what cuts the deepest is knowing that every time I hear your name, I’ll be dragged kicking and screaming back to those intoxicatingly beautiful moments—moments that now feel like a cruel joke, a sick illusion masking the twisted wreckage of whatever partner, or so-called person you really are.

And that makes me, incredibly not ok