you...

you....
make me feel
miniscule.

tiny.

insignificant.

nothing.

i guess it makes sense
though because i turned everything
i had, every fiber of my being,
into my love for you.
isn't love suppose to make you feel big?
like you could conquer the world?
but instead, you
took my love, swallowed it whole 
and left me to the bones.
i should regret loving you
but my mother raised me to live without regrets.
so i don't regret it.
i (still) love you, but
fuck you.

-ay