For Daniel

You broke me.

You turned me into this psychotic little girl who makes fake accounts on websites just to talk to you again. Sorry but that character had to die I'm afraid I am not irrepairable.

You convinced me of my jealousy. Made me consider myself paranoid beyond hope or care wretching myself. Sorry but I am not so brittle I'm afraid I am not your project.

You held me to you. So reliant was I on your hands that without them mine seemed fingerless and uncoordinated. Sorry but I am not so anonymous as to let you make me conscious.

You left interrupted. Midnight phone call woke me to the sound of your quivering voice telling me you loved another. Sorry but I can't accept you had nothing for me except pity and vented hate.

You ruined me. For a while at least I never let myself forget your voice or the hope you gave me. Sorry and I truly am this time because I am better without you. Better for not having you.

And you will not define me.