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Get off your high horse

thinking I still like you

(though I probably do

but I'm also insane).

Five years isn't 

long enough to forget;

although it's likely

I never will.

You brought out

the worst in me,

and that part still 

lingers like a parasite.

You sucked the life

out of me like a vampire,

and now I'm just 

the tattered remains.

I can't keep blaming you

for all of my problems,

painting you as the villian

but I made my own bed all along.

I have to own up to 

my own wrongdoing;

I wasn't a victim

with no culpability.

I let myself fall for you

knowing you would destroy me

and now I act surprised 

that I was left broken. 

A part of me

wanted to be hurt,

the artist in me that 

needs pain to fuel my passion.