I’ve touched your lips. I’ve spent hours pressed against your skin. We’ve made music and art together. You wrote songs about me, and in return I kept you safe and warm and dry. We touched, we played, you even told me I was always yours. Everything was so magical back when our relationship was shiny and new. And now you want to go on without me. I understand, really I do, and I honestly wish you luck. I know it’s for the best, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. I know I should have seen this coming. I always bottle things up, but I’m going to be clear with you right now.
You call me cold and hard, but you made me this way. I remember when you decided that you couldn’t live without me, but not before you stretched me and tested me and shattered me into a thousand pieces. But I’m grateful because I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you. That’s what made me stay around every time you burst my bubble.
Once you saw what I was capable of, you couldn’t get enough of me. I was the answer to all your problems. Now I look back I feel almost exploited. This is probably easy for you because I’m so disposable, but you know you’ll never get rid of me. I’m just sorry that you didn’t see then how toxic I can be. I didn’t know it either, but I think deep down I could always feel it. I just hope it’s not too late for you to find peace; we’ve spent so much time together that you’ve forgotten life before me. I have become so engrained in your life that you don’t even know I’m here; you look right through me. You look at me and all you see is money – and you say I’m the material one.
Anyway, you wanted transparency, so here it is. I want you to know that I will always be here.