Do you understand?

Understanding

I understand now,

understand how it feels

understand why it hurts so much.

I understand why can't stop,

I understand why she wrote it.

I understand why my friend wrote a poem a few months back about how she is used by a guy she's in love with and she can't stop it because she loves him.

I understand that poem now

sitting here in my room well past midnight,
He only calls, only texts me if he needs something.
H

e doesn't care,

if he did he would talk to me,

H

e wouldn't ignore me in the halls, he wouldn't just pass me with just a Hi.

I don't 100 percent love him anymore but I can say this

I let him use me because there's nothing else I can do.

I understand now,

I understand that for me, for her, for girls like us that love guys like him

guys who don't see,

don't comprehend how you feel for them,

guys who are in love with someone else,

guys who unmistakably unknowingly use us,

Guys we care so much for that we let them use us,

Guys who tear our hearts out while we sit and take it all with a smile.

I understand now,

I'm being used.

We are being used.

I may not like it but the bigger part of me agrees with it.

I understand now,

Understand that you cannot stop it or not like it because really all there is to understand is that you love him and there is nothing you wouldn't do for him even though you know he doesn't love you back.

I understand now,

Understand that fact ,

Understand a fragment of this complicated puzzle and I thank her and him for that.

-N. Seriously

Dedicated to my muses Zheilly S and the one that uses me most of all.

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