feelings better left unsaid

how tragic

dear you,

i can't make you love me if you don't. but what pains me is remembering that i used to mean the world to you, now i barely exist in your eyes.

tell me, how did we get so far apart? we were bestfriends, and i mean the bestest of the best. now that i think of what we are, all i can think of is me being the only one who feels this way when talking about us.

i guess i don't mean anything to you now. i feel like you can't even look at me anymore without wanting or having to look away in just a split second.

i would understand if you looked away because you didn't like the thought of you leaving me in the air. but i bet it's because i'm air to you now, you can't see me (AND HIS NAME IS JOHN CENA)

what i love is, though, we came from strangers, to enemies, to friends, to frenemies, to best frenemies and to bestfriends.

what i despise is that after all that, we came back to square one. i bet we won't even talk throughout this whole year, because, you're you now. i can't stand a role in it.

you're better off without me, but i just wish you could have stayed.

still hungover you,
me

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