I'm very upset

You were perfect for me

You were perfect for me. Every sentence you wrote made me smile, especially the empty lies you used so that I would trust you. Well, guess what. It worked.

I fell for your bullshit and landed on my fucking face.   
Sometimes I catch myself floating back to the memories we share. All the nights I forced myself to stay up late for you, all the times I forced myself to care about you.  I could have sworn you were perfect for me. 

Maybe we could have been great friends, well I guess we really couldn't have been cause I was never perfect for you, not even close. It's embarrassing actually, how quickly I opened myself up for you. And why, because you were tired of your lovesick habits? 

I worked so hard on building that illusion of love and you tore it down with one sentence, or a lack thereof I suppose. You weren't perfect for me, it was really goddamn easy to pretend you were though.

Maybe we were bored, or just confused. I always wanted a best friend, someone to fall in love with. It makes sense why I chose you, but why did you choose me?

You're a rose, a deep red rose with beautiful soft petals. You're desirable, cared about even. 

I'm a weed, a miserable pesky weed that you didn't hesitate to get rid of. I guess I am the type of weed that looks like a flower, at first glance. In reality, I'm just a problem. Unwanted, and annoying

I see through your act, but still, I think it's my fault? You made me feel like the villain so quickly, I nearly turned myself in. Why did you do that?

Why?

Cause I'm not a fucking rose, I'm sorry.