Leave me. Just leave me. I’ve given up on you. You gave on me at I do. Sometimes I can’t keep up with the energy it takes to be around you, or even think of you. If I was ever a priority to you, it wasn’t made known to me. If I was ever more than a fling or protracted dare, I didn’t know. And I couldn’t tell. The way you would swell with vivacious color at me feigning disinterest in our friendship, as if my freedom cost you some sick delight knowing you no longer had another slave. I’m sorry, beautiful. You took me by surprise. I am drunk from all your lies. The bottle is hardly empty but I feel so full. Such a fool for ever believing you. Such a fool for ever disbelieving me. I’m sorry, you are so beautiful. You were.