You told me you’d love me forever and, like the fool I am, I believed you. I’ve devoted my heart and soul to you. You became, and still remain to be my everything. All of these feelings seemed to waiver, however, when you told me you were unsure how you felt about me; if you still loved me. You wanted the party life you once knew before we met in that art class. You wanted the frequent alcohol binges and the drugs which once made you feel whole. You want to be free, but you don’t understand that the life you want and the people you surround yourself create a prison- a false sense of freedom. I thought you would have figured out you still wanted that life in the beginning of our relationship, not a year later. So here I am with you pulling on the strings of my heart. You use them to control me as if I’m a marionette and you were my master. So the question arises: do I cut the strings and hope I land on my feet, or do I wait for you to set me free?