Everything I've ever wanted to say

HOw irONic

You tossed me around. You really did. I thought I was your world. You were mine anyway. But you played me like all your other funny little games. 

I believed you. I believed every word you said, I believed every look you gave. I mean how could you not fall for that crooked smile and those coffee brown eyes. 

You touched me, all the time. You made it out as though we had a spark. But we did. I swear. Of course you took advantage of me and you abused our relationship.

And I'm left to suffer the consequences.

Every day, someone mentions your name. Every time, my heart stops. My muscles seize and my brain starts sending mixed messages. 

Every night, I'm left behind, thinking, waiting, wondering. If only. If only you were here. If only it was serious and real. If only you loved me like I love you. 

So I sit on the floor of my shower. The steady stream of water drowning out the sound of my tears. Those sad, nostalgic lyrics blasting through the walls of the bathroom, "Damn, damn, damn....what I'd do to have you here." 

And isn't it ironic that my sad song playlist was made by you.