Yes, that's what I used to call you. I'll never deny that. You came along in my life when everything you were was everything that I needed. You picked me up and cleaned me off. I looked at you with eyes of admiration. I asked myself time and time again, "How lucky can I be?". I guess not lucky enough. I hate you.

I hate everything you have become and how you left me behind. I'm not the type of person to kiss peoples' asses. I'm sorry the rest of our friends kiss yours, because one day you'll be out in reality, and you find it a much different world. So you stepped all over me, you crushed every part of me that had become strong. You knew how hard I had tried to be strong after all I had been through. You knew how hard it was for me to trust a guy again. Maybe you were teaching me a lesson not to ever trust again. If not, I learned it anyway as I sit here mad and holding back the tears. Those tears will only make me weak, and I can't let myself realize that you have taken away my strength.

How dare I say that's where I was most comfortable. With hand on your chest and your warm breath in my ear. That breath has been a part of so many lies I never want to hear again. So think you're cool when you walk past me with my friends. So maybe you won this war and all it's battles, but one day you'll fight your last fight. You'll meet your match, and I'll be the one sitting on the sidelines laughing at your decline. The best part about all this is that I'm at the bottom now, and I'll start climbing back up, and knock you the FUCK off your pedestal. You just wait.

Maura