you let me go

Of-course I'm obsessing. Of-course I'm eager to talk to you regardless of the time of day (or middle of the night).
You have my fucking heart. You've eaten it up and now its glowing faintly inside of you. You want me to be independent? You want me to have a fucking back bone?
You broke me down and molded me to your side and now have stripped me away from yourself. I am nothing without you.
I am like a little flower and you showed me sunlight. Now you've taken it all back, every romantic promise every kind word and I'm dying. I welcome it. I feel every transplanted part of you that is in me must die. Every hope for the future, every early formed dream.