There’s no beating around the bush. Our breakup is plain and simple and it was your fault. It was your fault my heart was ripped into pieces. It was your fault, we ended up like this. It was your fault, we broke up.

We never broke up because I picked a fight. We broke up because you’re tired of the same fights over and over again. And we fought til it wears us out and it’s all because of the fact that you kept mum. You never let me get inside your head. I didn’t know what you were thinking and all along I thought we were okay, because couples fight and it’s supposed to be okay. People get into fights with people they care the most, because that’s the kind of relationships one is willing to fight for.

We never broke up because I’m imperfect or that you are too. We broke up because you took my imperfection above everything else. You chose to see me by my mistakes and shortcomings rather than the things I did right. You didn’t give me the credit I deserve. You just walked away.

We never broke up because you can’t keep my shit together and that your love wasn’t enough to keep it. We broke up because you have the Messiah complex who thinks everyone crying and moping needs some saving. I may have been shitty and my life might be a damn mess, but I never asked you to save me. I never asked you to fix my life. I didn’t ask you to quit my job for me, or to make my relationship with my parents ideal, or work your ass off to be able to provide for my family. All I ever asked was for you to be there while I figure things out. I never needed a savior. I just needed a hand to hold.

We never broke up because I keep bringing up your past. We broke up because you never put it behind you. You made me feel I have these standards I need to exceed. You made me feel you had something so good so I have to work on giving you something better all the time. Not that you don't deserve anything better but it sucks, because you made me feel love is a competition. 

We never broke up because I talked about the future a lot and it put pressure on you. We broke up because when you were with me, you became the type that won't settle down. It's funny because your old ways used to show me how brave and strong you are for commitments, and I loved that. And I thought living with someone made you ready to take things to another level. It's funny that you got scared and all when you didn't even, for a second, try to think if I was anywhere close to settling down when I'm all tied up to my responsibilities. I talked about the future a lot because I'm the type of person who has visions, who looks forward and finds motivation from what's ahead, and you're just a coward.

We never broke up because I kept breaking your trust. We broke up because you broke mine and you felt guilty about it. I've never seen someone look so guilty over things they didn't do. And up to this day, I still couldn't understand why you had that look in your face.

We never broke up because I make everything about me. We broke up because I made everything about you. Love is a drug, and you are my heroin. I asked more of you and it became too much for you to bear. And this is where it all became toxic. I want all my free time spent with you. I took all your weekends away from your friends. I took all the nights and tried to make them all golden. Thus, making you feel caged. It is my fault for making you everything  to me. When you had something so good, you never want it to stop—but I wish you could've told me what you wanted or at least how you want your weekend spent.

We broke up because we became things we never wanted to be, and we let each other became the horrible monsters we have become. But you can't say I didn't try to save it because all this time that's the only thing I did. And I'm tired of always being the bad guy. I loved you, and I never deserved any of the horrible things you did or the words you said because the 360 days I spent with you, we both wanted that.