We've both changed so much, but why do I only see the you you were before you broke me? Why do I keep coming back, expecting things to be the way they used to be? The way they used to be before you changed, before you burned every inch of the life we made together... together... together... what a joke. At least to you it was a joke. A joke I took too seriously; so shame on me for thinking you were better than you are, for thinking you could calm my raging sea and unravel every part of me. I was a box locked without a key - somehow you found a way to open me. But you stole all the treasure inside and I convinced myself you held it for safe keeping when you took it just for fun. I'd like to say I'm finally done believing all your lies, and trusting you after being hurt by you. I'd like to say I've learned my lesson by now, but moving on is something I don't know how. So please, for me, just go.