Looking at it now I don’t even know your last name.
I have no idea where you live, or the name of the company you told me you worked for.
I really know nothing about you but the exchange of small talk, smiles, chuckles and the way your lips felt against mine.
You disappeared and stole a chunk of me.
The part of me you made believe was special, that I was beautiful, and how I deserved someone great.
Funny how everything changed once you got what you wanted.
Now I feel used and stupid and hurt by someone I don’t even really know.
How can I allow a stranger to take away my self-worth?
I don’t know but here I am, sad, let down and alone.
Worse than how I was before.
Ashamed to have been betrayed by a guy with no last name.