It pained me when I heard you spoke about him
On how much he damaged you.
On how much he betrayed you.
On how much you loved him but he didn't return.
On how he was a thief and stole your first kiss.
On how he drained every bit of happiness from you.
On how you thought he was the love your life.
On how he smoked maryjane because he was in pain because he held personal issues that didn't concern you and pushed you away.
But the reason behind this pain
Was the thought of someone else meaning something to you.
I didn't feel any sympathy towards what happened, and how you felt like you wanted to end your life.
I realized after you spoke of all this.
That I'm a selfish being, with selfish meanings.
