I broke my rules for you.

Not the big ones. The small ones.

The ones no one sees,

The kind that change you before you realize they’re gone.

I ignored every heading, every warning.

Should’ve listened the first time.

But I didn’t.

I was naive.

Foolish.

I should’ve hated you like you hated me.

If I’d done the things you did,

you’d have burned me alive.

You bent me until I snapped.

Shards scattered across the floor—

glass that will never be whole again.

I broke my rules.

You broke me.

You broke everything inside of me.

And somehow, you still blame me

for what you did.

When I was nothing but pieces,

you promised to save me.

Instead, you bared your teeth

and snapped.

People say you’re the monster in their dreams.

You’re my reality.

You follow.

You chase.

You hunt me down

and tear me apart.

You might see it as love.

I see it as a nightmare.

This isn’t a love story.

It’s the kind of scary story

that keeps you up at night.