I do believe a part of me will always love you. It is something I did not want to admit and at times I wish this was not true.
I loved you into the depths of the darkest moments, into sickness and hell and then back again.
One can not pretend that the burns and scars i picked up along the way never existed. I see remnants of them when I look in the mirror and when I open the door into the sunlight.
It was in the early mornings that I found you.
And on late nights you left me.
Searching in circles, and I can not find the key.
I walked you drunk and stumbling into your bed again. In a foreign house. In an empty room you had to survive.
I kissed you goodbye and I meant it.