The MVP

Knocked down walls just to break my heart, so I broke yours too to feel better.

You hated me, and I was okay with that reality because I hated you too. No longer the couple that loved each other, protected each other. Boomeranging one another as if it was a game of who could be the worst, the sneakiest, and who could replace who faster. Ambidextrous in being both the receiver and giver of those moments, simultaneously like two children on a seesaw pointing the finger back and forth between one another. Either blind or without a care for the mental and physical effects that "game" left on everyone involved, especially those who weren't aware, leaving behind a trail of pain we caused to us and them. No f**ks were given. A shot thrown wasn't missed, people showing interest was an agreement to participate in our "game." Only stopping long enough to experience ecstasy after seeing the damage we caused one another before falling back into a rage-driven psychosis for the MVP spot.