I used to think that you were
the light at the end of a tunnel,
the kind of rain that soothes you,
the feeling of coming home.
I used to think that you were
so many beautiful things
but
you are the sound of a heart breaking,
and the coldness of snow,
and the sound of nails scraping a chalkboard.
I loved you
and I was too blind to realize
that you were just using
"I love You"
as an excuse to keep hurting me.
