My Side. The Right Side.

I don't feel like writing.
I don't feel like talking.
I want to curse.
And that's pretty much it.
My heart is broken and I'm tired.
Slightly naive and nostalgic,
Once you gave me a taste of a familiar warm feeling,
I fell deep into the abyss of your "perfect man" facade.
While I told myself that I had control over my emotions,
And that I didn't have to love you,
A part of me knew that you had a part of me.
And I let you keep it because
I was comfortable with my divine suffering.
But it all went too far.
I loved hard someone that held me at an arms length
Instead of in his arms.
Now I wish indifference was in my reach,
But its not.
I cared. I care.
You have half of me and all I have are broken promises and a half of an apology.
I always expected more from you. ..
I'm not exactly sure why.