I made a list of all the things you told me hoping they were more than drunken midnight texts. Praying that there was some truth behind the love songs you told me were your favorite. I felt something more than my stomach swarming with butterflies, something more than quickly beating hearts and love letters on crumpled up paper passed under desks. When I saw you I felt like I was on fire. My lungs burned with you my veins felt like they were bursting open with poetry and then you left. Now I realize that every thing you told me was all a lie. I wonder how someone can just walk away so quickly, when I felt everything you clearly felt nothing and when you told me that you wanted to talk to me you were just planning to destroy me.