No, I don't want your apology. I don't want to see your handsome face crumble into a beautiful mess, not when I know that the reason will never be me. You knew what this was from the start. I was someone you can play like a fiddle, and played you did. And now that you've had your fun, where do I go? I am not a dog, but with you I was always begging for scraps. How does it feel to be put in a pedestal while I was always in the midst of hanging in execution? To be treated like you did nothing wrong and all of it was my fault? Did you see those crumbs of attention you sprinkled as kindness? That the times you let me borrow as if I was yours were enough to satiate my hunger? No. They were all cruelty. I was bare and almost empty even before you came, and you waltzed in with your perfect smile and gave me hope that I am enough. If you really think you're good, that you're kind, and that you're not at fault, then don't keep me hoping for you to feel a love that isn't there. Break my heart if you will, but I beg you, please break it completely.