You look at her and you swoon. You treat me like a piece of furniture, I’m hear for you to use. Just tell me what you need from me so that I can be the only one. I just thought that we could be together. I didn’t think that we’d last forever, I just hoped. I guess that was my mistake. This fool in me will never die because you’ve told me so many things that I’ve never forgotten. I want to know why you’d tell me those things expecting them to dissipate. When I’m alone I feel like I need you around. When I’m with you I feel like I am just another girl. Do you know that I was supposed to be the one for you? Do you know how to hurt me because it feels like you do? 

Everyone is wondering about you and me and all I can tell them is nothing because there is nothing to tell. There’s nothing going on. I hold out hoping that you were the one for me. I wanted all of your love but it turns out that there is none that you can give to me. Crying is second nature and you know how to twist me into the villain, you know how make the guilt radiate off of me, you know how to make me beg for sweet release that will never come. I wanted all of your love but there is none. You don’t love anyone. Love from you is a veil, its not real. It doesn’t exist. 

I feel so weak when you’re not around. You’ve become my habit and I need to purge you from my system, I need to get rid of you. There is nothing here for me, there is nothing here that I can get from you, I’m alone here and there’s nothing I can do. I may as well just be alone for the rest of my days because there is nothing here for you, right? If I’m not giving it up then there’s nothing here for you. I’ve got so much loved stored up and its just waiting for you to come around. I’ve got so much of this feeling, just eating away at me. I’ve got so much that I don’t know what to do with. I’m thinking if you don’t take some of my love and leave yours soon, then it’ll disintegrate and I’ll deteriorate and I’ve got nothing left of me, I’ve got nothing left to give, you wasted it all, you let it all go. You didn’t know what you were doing, I’m sure that’s what you’ll say but I’ll believe it when I hear it, and maybe even then I’ll still say you’re a liar. 

I don’t believe your pretty lies anymore, they’re shattered glass to me now. They mean nothing, though you get mad whenever I tell you how I feel, that you’re full of it, I can’t help it because you don’t care. You don’t care anymore, now do you? You’ve got so much life ahead of you and so do I. I would’ve made room for you, that’s not an option anymore. You’ve let me go.