Walking through the brisk winter air, I watch as you exit the café with her. Your smiles warmer than the coffee in your hands. I see you whisper, "I love you".
Only a month ago, you ripped out my heart. Chills sent up my spine as the sunlight of our past fades away.
I breath nothing but my tasteless thoughts for her. I despise her. She is kind. She is beautiful. Does she make you forget me?
I wish you happiness for a lifetime. Though, I will never let you find someone who makes you happier than I did.
I hope you're happy. I wish for you to love with your heart. I want you to find a love that gives you butterflies.
As she smiles, I wonder if she believes it. Believes all your bullshit of loving her forever.
I was the first to believe your sweet lies. I just hope she sees through it how I couldn't.
She will never make you truly happy. She is wretched. She is cruel. I can't stand her.
All these lies I tell myself to ignore her beauty and empathy.
I hate seeing how she can make you flustered. How she can just look at you and give you butterflies.
I wish you all the happiness, though I never want you to find the kind of happiness I gave you.
I don't want you to be happier without me.
Find someone who can love you. Someone who can fill the emptiness in your bed. Don't find someone who is better than me.
I hope you are happy. I hope you can smile after me.
I hope you can love her. I hope you can be happy with her. I hope she isn't as good as I was.
I wonder if you ever think of me. I wonder if you touch her the way you did me. I wonder if you ever kiss her and think of me.
I'm selfish. I'm awful.
I'm heartbroken.
