you're the one that left me. you packed your bags and left behind the junk you no longer needed, which on that night, included me. you built a new jerusalem in a day, without a second thought or even the slightest hesitation. you didn't even care. i understand why, but i don't understand why. i just held my breath and explained that you did what you needed to do. no regrets. i know everything you did, because you did it to me. you burned the hell out of those bridges. it was like you were trying to remind me that you were never coming back, that you didn't need me or even want me. salt in the wound would have been less painful. so i tried to put you in the past. i got rid of your stuff, your ugly old gym shorts, the bottles of shampoo and conditioner you left behind, the pictures of us smiling. all of it in five black garbage bags. i make no apologies for how i went about rewriting my story. remember, you left me. i thought that meant you didn't care either. i did what i wanted and i didn't ask for advice on how to re-re-begin. i changed my hair and the rest of the tiny details. i recreated a whole new life in which you play no part, so i find it funny that just when i've decided i maybe could go on, that maybe i could move on and put it all in the past -- that you pick tonight to show up and ruin all my hardwork.