Random Bursts of Emotions

Don't Love Me

I was the one that ended us.

I was the one that tore us apart.

I was the one who cheated on you.

I was the one who was tired of you.

I was the one that abused you.

I was the one that get mad at you just because you weren’t giving me the attention I wanted, even though you clearly were busy.

I was the one that pushed you away.

I was the one that spilled out those hurtful words.

I was the one that left a million scars on your heart.

I was the one, I was.

But why am I crying?

Why am I seeing teardrops on my computer as I type this?

Why am I checking up on you?

Why does it hurt so much when I’m the one who said it was over?

Are you doing the same?

Are you checking up on me the way I am?

Or have you forgotten about me?

Have you already gotten over me?

I’m filled with regrets.

It pains me when I remember you.

It kills me when I remember all the little things we did together.

Oh, how heavy my chest is now.

If it hurts this much for me now, I hope you’re not hurting like me.

Don't love me.