Your name

was perfection. 

Your uncle, in which your name rooted,

would be utterly sickened by kin like you.

Your voice

was perfection.

It was unexpected, yet somehow sensational.

Your tone and accent could melt the ignorant.

Even when you did me wrong,

your voice was still my home.

Your eyes

were perfection.

They resembled a cow's glare

and were hooded by obnoxiously thick hairs.

I often joked about them

even though I believed them to be beautiful.

I should've took notice

of how you never laughed back.

Your words

were perfection.

They always seemed falsely poetic

but I believed every sound you spoke;

every promise, every lie.

I was the idiotic girl who trusted malice.

Sweet talk was all you had.

I didn't realize it at the time.

I was blinded by how flawless I believed you to be,

and you took advantage of that.

I know my pathetic difficulty made you think, 

"This girl will ease my boredom and satisfy me.".

To me, you were my everything.

You were the reason I wanted to wake up in the morning

and face the struggles of everyday life

because I thought

you'd be by my side facing it with me

forever.

It's what you swore to me, am I incorrect?

You are a cheap, ruthless w***e.

I can even invision a murderer could look at you

and think of you to be vermin.

I would've done anything for your happiness.

I gave you every piece of me.

Foolish of me, that I expected to receive equal.

I finally realize, I don't need you.

My nightmares of you leaving me

regardless of your fib, swearing to me that you'd stay

came true.

You left me

and did so like a coward.

You aren't strong, you aren't marvelous.

You're something I'd wish depression and isolation on.

Maybe then, you'd feel like you were already dead.

Similar to the misery you casted on me.

I didn't deserve this.

How you labeled me "stupid" and "dumb".

How you broke my freshly renewed heart.

How you lied to me for your personal satisfaction.

I didn't deserve any of it.

If I could tell your new lover everything,

I'd do so in a heartbeat.

and if she had the sense that I lacked,

shed leave you.

Alone in the dark of the night.

So maybe, you'd feel your world crash,

just as mine did April nineth. 

But I could never do something so cruel.

Because a part of me would still die for you.

That part of me that makes catastrophic mistakes,

yet, you still follow it until the end.

Despite everything,

I hope you will remember me.

That one foolish, idiotic girl

who saw you as perfection.