Magic 8 Ball

My magic 8 ball says you hate me,
Do what you want, you're never gonna break me.
Living every moment one second at a time,
Dealing with emotions through a series of rhyme.
You say you want apologies
Well, fine but, we won't start with me.
You fucked things up but, you won't believe
It's not my fault you chose to leave.
Now, nothing will ever be the same
My heart beats dry when I hear your name.
Everything around me reminds me of you
this time I was forced to choose.
You took the path most traveled by
And left me contemplating why.
It's not my fault, don't say it is
Now, i leave you with only this.