Why did you leave? 

What did I do so wrong to deserve this pain?

Why was I so wrong for you?

What made you change your mind?

This heartache. . .did you beseech it upon me?

Why do I care so much?
I ask myself daily. 

Why you?

Why let you alone affect me so?

Do you do this intentionally?

Could you not have caused me any less pain? 

For mercy's sake. 

I often stare at a blank screen, leading myself astray 
into a known darkness, falsely hoping you will respond, and
 rescue by broken heart[; mend it back. 

But alas, I hide the truth from myself--that you will 
never again care as you once claimed before; 
that I will never be yours as I once was--
Once your pride and joy; your love. 

I wish so much that I didn't believe you. 

That I could have protected myself 
from such heartache and disappointment.