At the end of the day all we have is memories

You wasnt even mine

You broke my heart, and the worst part is you didn't even know you were doing it.
I didn't get to be mad, I didn't get an apology. I got nothing because we were never even "together".
I don't understand how you used that as an excuse to invalidate my feelings and I don't understand how I let you.
I blamed myself for everything,
for looking at a friendship as something more than it actually was,
for not being pretty enough, funny enough, good enough.
I blamed myself when I was angry at you because we were "just friends"
But the truth is you weren't even a good enough friend to start with.
I was there for you night after night,
god, I made you feel like you were the fucking sun.
I talked about you like you lit up the sky or something.
and you, well; you didn't give a fuck about me.
I'd be gone days at a time and you wouldn't even notice.
You were the only person I wanted to talk to when I felt like the world was collapsing on top of me and you didn't even wanna listen. You couldn't even text me back while I would stay up all night just to make you feel better.
I gave you so much and I didn't even realize how you didn't deserve any of it.
its funny because i apologized for being too much, for caring too much, and loving you too much, when you should of been the one apologizing for not being enough, for not even meeting me halfway, for pretending to care when you really didn't, for flirting, for the signs that made me believe we were way more than friends.
god I just wish I got a fucking apology so I could get some closure, so I could feel like you knew how much you hurt me but you still dont see any of it, you still don't care about anyones feelings. and I guess sometimes you don't get closure, you just close the door, never look back and move the fuck on.