Stunning

I broke up with you after 9 years and an engagement and you called me names and made me feel like the worst person in the world. I had abused you and treated you like a piece of shit you said, my dad called you a world class victim. I think he was right but I am a perpetual wearer of rose tinted glasses and I just couldn’t hate you, even though you gave me as much out of the relationship as you had done inside of it…..nothing.
Fast forward 2 years and we bump into each other in the pub and go home together. Cue my obsession reignited, after having just felt like I was finally getting on the right track, here you were again, horny and asking me for nudes - who was I to deny you, you were always like kryptonite to me. A few weeks of heavy texting and another hook up later and you start to go quiet. Im older and wiser now, she says, so I try to control the situation and tell you i expect nothing of you except to tell me if you want this to stop. Classic me grasping for you but you agree, ‘we’re on the same page’ you say. Three weeks of silence later and I’m being ghosted by my ex fiancee, stunningly good for my self-worth.
In a last ditch attempt to communicate I text you to ask you to delete any photos you have of me but still, tumbleweed. I find out you’re seeing someone but that doesn’t seem like a good enough excuse to me.
I blocked you on Whatsapp, knowing you’ll never reach out, but having to do it anyway.
You’ll never know how many pieces you broke me into, I’m starting to wonder if I’ll ever be able to put them all back together again.