Used And Forgotten

that night at the bus stop

You walked me to the bus stop, spilling all the lies you told me just to sleep with me. You lied about everything.You lied about your friend being stabbed just to go home after you had gotten what you had came for. When you first told me you were using me it felt like I had been stabbed and not your friend.
The anger inside me rushed through my veins and into my fists. I forced myself to put it out on you in words instead of violence only because I needed you to bring me to the right bus stop. Tears rushing down my face we stood there at what I realized was the wrong bus stop later on. "Its not a big deal" you said to me But it was, it was a very big deal. The smirk plastered on your evil face angered me and pushed me to my maximum. I punched you hard, as hard as I could in the face I had been kissing passionately not even thirty minutes before that moment. You turned around and called me crazy and I ran into the road. Inches away from being hit by a car I jumped back, frightened. I stepped back onto the side walk and stood under the street light watching you turn the corner of the street my heart caving into the cement ground. I cried and cried in front of all the people in the city. I was so absorbed in my emotions that I didn't pay attention to them. I looked up at the bus sign crying even harder when I realized it was the wrong bus stop. I reached into my pocket, pulling out my phone "2%" and no wifi to check where I was.