You should have loved me the way you would brag to others about how much I loved you. How you wrote me in your life as the hero who kept you alive, all while becoming the villain who recklessly broke my heart into millions of pieces. Cracking more and more at every broken promise or endless self-destruction. You should have loved me the way you painted me as the woman of your dreams, as you became the nightmare of mine. You should have loved me as much I loved you, because that my dear, was selfless, effortless, wholehearted love all while you gave me selfish, reckless, heartless love.
