Seeing you smile makes me smile, but the thought of you smiling with someone else doesn't sit right with me. How? How could you possibly feel so happy with someone else? I was your world, as you were mine. Why? Why did you leave me in the dirt, only to sit here and rot. You said you cared about me more than anything...
As I listen to the laughter from across the park, I feel dead butterflies trying to escape from within the borders of my skin. Someone slap me, wake me up. I refuse to believe you're happier.
I feel so broken, and so empty as I watch you wrap your strong, warm arms around her perfectly shaped, beautifully tanned body. I sigh in complete agony as I continue to push myself to move on. I hate the feeling; the feeling of a broken hearted girl craving affection from a brown haired boy who now shows his love for someone else, somebody who isn't me. I stand up, only to see them kiss, and I think to myself, "I hate the feeling of the After-Effect". I leave, more broken, than ever.
