It's 2am and I miss you just like I did last night at 9pm, and just like I will tomorrow at 6am when I realize we're over. I get so tired of trying. I gave up on us because you made me. I tried. I tried reminding you every single day that I was be there for you, but all I got in return was short replies or no replies. So, I thought maybe, just maybe you didn't want me to keep those promises, maybe they were right, maybe we're better off without each other.
I hate him. I hate him. How he did to me, how I'm damaged goods because of him, I hate him for that. But a piece of me will always love him, because of everything he put me through I still loved him and it made me look like a fool, especially when I know he would never love me as much as I do or want to.
My head has decided to move on, it's just taking a while for my heary to catch up, because I realized you didn't give me anything but ten stupid months and a f***ing heartbreak.
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