I pour out my heart and you just ignore it. It feels absolutely wonderful. You just brush it off like it's nothing. Just like me because to you I'm nothing.
I'm tired of being treated this way. I'm tired of being the one you come crawling back to knowing that once I've given you everything, you'll just leave me again. I'm tired of being second best. I give you my heart just so you can give it to her again even though she'll never love you the way I do and you'll never love me the way you love her.
Mostly, I'm tired of being in love with you. All the heartache it brings. The cries my heart sings. It's all because I let my hope rise up. When will I learn and wise up?
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Late Night Thoughts
RandomThis is mostly stories that are used rant without directly ranting. It makes me feel much better so I don't really care that no one reads this. As long as I'm happy, nothing else matters. (That's a total lie. I'm way more caring than I should be.)
