All of it was for nothing. You didn't want to settle for me. Not with her around. Not without shooting for something bigger. Then why why why why why why did you do this to me? You're sorry it took so long. It took so MUCH. It took so much. What kind of person does that?

You're life is perfect. My life is a tatter of ragged ends sewn together. What did I do? Why did you do this to me? Why did you keep me around? Bleed me out. For so long. Only to get there, say, I should've dumped you long ago, this is so much better. My life now is so much better.

You used to say you had never been happier than when you were with me. Is that all I was? Something to perk you up, keep you till you were ready to love someone other than yourself?

I feel like a hit and run. You liquified me and no expect me to just get up, walk away. But I am puddle in a wobbling shell of myself.

And you couldn't care less. Of course not. There were three. Now there are two. A perfect two. And one.

One left behind.