You always had a way of making me cry when I got off the phone with you. Your last words put a knot in my throat that not even Martha Stewart could tie. I thought you were made of more than cold stones and empty bottles.
Last night, I threw away the necklace you gave me. It was made of cheap tricks and lowercase thrills. I said a prayer for you and hoped that happiness would fill your heart because Lord knows you took all of mine. I don't think it's fair that you won the game, and I don't think it's right that you took the prize.
I know you're not over me, and I know you think of me in the autumn moonlight because slight chills aren't something you're used to. I was the best damn thing that ever happened to you, but losing you saved my life.
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