The stories I tell.

Him.

He was the light in the dark days.
I was his toy.
I gave him everything I possibly could.
He gave me nothing in return except a fake love.
I loved him more than I fucking could handle.
He played me with the fake "I love yous'"
I don't think I can love again, because of you.
You took everything.
You made me go from blue to grey.
You made me dull, and took me away.