for all these years, all i ever wanted
was for you to love me.
but now, i hope you dont love me.
because ive been here for you
for the last 4 years.
every decision you've made,
even if it was the dumbest thing you
could have possibly done,
i supported you.
why? because thats what friends are
supposed to do.
and the one thing i needed you to
support me on, you couldn't.
its not that you couldn't, its
that you wouldn't.
i hope one day you tell me you love me,
all so i can tell you the feelings
aren't mutual.
im a welcome mat to you, and
you've gotten too comfortable.
its like you step out of the door, get halfway out,
decide you don't want it anymore, wipe your feet and step back inside.
oh but not all the way,
your so indecisive that you cant manage to figure out what you want for one fucking second.
you've used me for years,
and i'm over it.
