A LETTER TO M.R.C.

My life is not a revolving door. You cannot choose when you want to be there. You either riding with me until the wheels fall off or you're not. This relationship we have with each other is a sickness. It's unhealthy because all you do is take and all I do is give. What happens when I have nothing left to give? What will you do then? I know that at times I must experience pain but must it be by your hand this time. Why do you keep pulling me closer as I try to push you away? I realize we will always be connected but that doesn't mean you get to overstep your boundaries. I will always love you and you take advantage of that. Does it give you power to break me down? You've cut me to do deep this time I am about to bleed out. But you won't save me because I think you enjoy this. This is a game to you? Is this funny to you? I bet you're laughing it up right now. You play with my emotions by saying you realize what you had in me but you treat me the same.... I am lost. Is this how this is supposed to be? You cut me down and I constantly pick myself up by myself. Where is my antibiotic to combat the drug you release into my system with every encounter? My immune systems is broken down. How many pieces will you break my heart into? How many times am I supposed to get over it? How do you love me when all you take pleasure in is finding new ways hurt me? You haunt me with every memory. You keep resurrecting the ghost of my past that I have laid to rest. I will forever be effected by the things you do. Just relinquish your power and..... Let me go.