my ex is a monster not the kind with fangs that drip blood or claws that scratch and maim  but the kind with warm eyes  and even warmer hands i didn’t even feel him wretch my heart right from my chest and toss it aside

my ex is a magician  his best trick started with his first “i love you” and i was the gullible fool who believed every single promise he made 

my ex is a phantom  here one minute then gone in an instant  (was he even here to begin with?)

my ex is a human  both flawed and beautiful both toxic and intoxicating   he made mistakes; so did i he’s no longer the antagonist in my story   he’s not a bad guy  not a villain yes, he hurt me  for a while it felt like he killed me  but as it turns out   he didn’t pack the dirt on the grave he dug for me tight enough  because i’m still breathing  and i clawed my way out of the ruins he left me in i am alive despite the ways he left me dead inside   my ex is a human  who i will always love even if he doesn’t love me anymore