Who are you exactly? You are the nothing that I forced into something. A someone who made me feel like a nobody. You wrapped your pretty lies with enough words to sound like truth, telling me everything I wanted to hear. Whispering like the devil while wearing white like angels. Your words were comforting at first but they feel deadlier than ever as I sit here beside the window, re-reading your texts, playing back everything that happened the night before. How did we even get here? How did I let this happen? I lost myself! Where have I gone? And why did it end? What was I thinking? Maybe I wasn’t.