Single handedly
you have destroyed me.
You began by ceasing to love me
yet feeding on my unrequited love.
You continued by ceasing to like me,
seeing me as a chore to be done.
You finished by finding someone else
and not even having the courage to tell me.
Well done, 
you have mastered the art
of making me bleed,
you cowardly piece of Serbian shit.
So weak!
You could never find a way
to stop killing me, 
to leave me alone.
And now I am colder,
bluer,
blacker 
than I've ever been before.
I wish I'd died 
that night I overdosed,
that you'd found me dead
in your bed.
I kept giving you everything,
you just fed me enough 
to keep me suffering.
I hate myself for loving you
but I hate you for not loving me
just a little bit more.