The Girl

Bitch

 They call me a bitch. Maybe I am, but who cares anyway?

They tell me bad things, despise me for dating their boyfriends and accuse me for having sex with every man I meet. But do they really know the truth behind every story? 

They never like me, neither do I. They never ask. They just spread news about me. But do they really know the whole story? 

I once loved a guy. I gave everything-- every bit of my being I surrendered it all. Until I saw him with another girl. She was prettier, smarter and skinnier. All that I was not, way better than I was. 

Instead of leaving, I pushed myself harder. I gave him everything he ever wanted, not minding about what may happen, leaving all behind what will I lose after. I gave him my heart, my soul, my everything. But it wasn't enough. I was never enough for him.

Time went so slow. I just woke up one day and realized, I was being tired. I got mad to myself for being nice, for apologizing things I didn't do, for making him my life, for thinking about our future together, fior depending to him, for wasting my time on a douchebag like him, for wishing him to care, for dreaming about us forever and for loving him to the core. 

Yet here I am, pretending that I hate him to bits and pieces when in fact I do still love him, the guy who made the girl I am today.

Yes. I am a proud bitch who has nothing but a broken heart.