mots à maux

III

I met a boy
Who found me pretty and funny
I threw everything I had
In our silly conversations
Because I liked to feel like
I was enough for once

So I stayed up late at night
Just to talk to him
So I left a party of my friends
Just because I wanted to see him

And when he came over at mine
All my body shivered
When he whispered in my ear
When he got the hair out of my face

He doesn't like me.
It made me cry stupidly,
But at the same time I wasn't really surprised.
You end up to get used to

Be disappointing and
Feel stupid and cry for people and
Have an empty heart
After every story and through the time
Even if it's a sad habit to have.