I barely knew you 

when we first kissed.

I barley knew you 

and i still got butterflies in my stomach. 

I got red

when people talked about you.

I saw through all your faults.

I ignored all the things

the things they said about you.

Never did i think a man,

a man like you,

could manage to hurt me like this. 

I thought I loved you.

I thought you loved me, 

but you didnt.

You loved the idea of me.

The idea of having control over some one.

Control over how they feel,

how their day might go,

whether they go to sleep happy 

or cry until they felt sleepy.

You didnt love me. 

I mistook your attention 

for love and affection,

but little did i know 

you were an emotional sadist. 

You enjoyed seeing me,

the pain in my eyes.

You thought of me as a fool.

I never once got the chance to confront you, 

because you always turned it on me.

How is it that you

always make me feel sorry 

for something that you did? 

I tried to leave you.

I tried to leave many times,

but you would always threaten to hurt me

in the most horrible way.

You threatned to take away something

something that meant the world to me,

at the time.

You threatned to take away your life 

if i ever actually left you.

See how you turned it on me again?

You emotionally abused me 

and i stayed,

because even if you hurt me 

i couldnt bear to be the reason 

you werent here today.

I got the guts to leave.

I couldnt handle the abuse,

because even if you never laid a hand on me,

your words did the punching.

But I left,

and you swallowed those pills,

and then called me

telling me that you "loved me",

making me feel guilty for this.

I couldnt deal with this.

I shouldnt be the one dealing with this,

I was only fourteen! 

I called your mom,

and stayed on the phone

making sure the sound of you raspy breath

was still there.

After the paremedicts got there 

I hung up.

And that was the last I heard of you.

I know youre still alive.

I know you have another person you claim to love now,

and I hope you dont do it again.

How am i supposed to heal 

from injuries that I cant even see?

I can still feel them from time to time.

I realized I dont love you,

but I think of you from time to time,

hoping i never come across someone like you

ever again.