Her

You got everything you wanted, you got the girl, you got the perfect life, you got the looks, and you got the fame. When I loved you it clearly wasn't enough because you chased after her. She was perfect to you, and I wasn't enough. It hurt, you hurt me, I waited for you, for you to come back and you never did. I now wait for your text, call, notification; but I get nothing. You say we're friends and you care about me; you worry about me, but I don't recall you asking if I'm ok or really caring about me. But her, you care about her so much, ask her if she's ok that day, you worry about her, text her always. I lay here waiting for you to text, but you're really texting her and ignoring me, you've forgotten I exits at this point. You stay up all night talking to her, when I do its different, so you say; it's not the same. It's not the same because you love her, and you don't love me; that's the difference. I can try so hard to be perfect for you and try so hard so that you'll love me, but we all know that'll never happen because you have your eyes set on her, the perfect girl ever to exist.

She did shit things to me and people, but you don't see that because she is so perfect. You argue that I don't know who she really is, and you do. You believe she didn't do those things; you believe she is so innocent and sweet and would never hurt anyone or anything. You're blinded by love, I know it, everyone knows it, but you don't. I believed that you were different from the others, you "cared", you "worried" about me, I was wrong; that's very clear now. You seemed different, you texted, made sure I was ok for a while, then you went quiet. You replied later, sometimes not even at all and when we hung out you hid your phone and notifications; you were worried someone was going to find something out. When you had told me you were staying up talking to someone my heart shattered, I knew who it was, I was overthinking it, I foreshadowed it and I knew who it was surprisingly. It was bound to happen and that's what hurt the most, you never really gave a shit about me, you only cared about her, yes I was and am jealous; it's because she is everything wrong and I'm useless. She seems so worth it, the perfect person, while I sit here and listen to everything you say about her and all the lies you tell me, I can't bare it anymore.

As I broke down that day, I stopped talking to everyone, you, my friends, myself; you were gone, and it was my fault. I told you to go for it because I knew I didn't have a chance, I wasn't your type, I was just me. You pained me, killed me, tortured me as you went on about her, saying you think she likes you as well, saying that you're going to ask her out. Yes I got the point, you were in love, and you had the guts to finally ask this one out all because I encouraged it. This was my doing and on my part but what else was I supposed to do, I was losing you and by helping you it made it seem like I was getting closer in ways. As I was getting pushed away from you, you got closer to her and eventually got her. You got everything you want, the relationship, the happiness, and the girl.

In the end I got nothing, I got sadness once more, infuriation, a broken heart and no one to love me.

The end.