First Love

I Should've Listened

I should've listened to my friends. They told me you were bad news, but I didn't want to believe them. I hadn't given up for three months.

But what you did was so wrong, but I was so head-over-heels that it didn't matter. It didn't kick in until November.

You were practically cheating on your girlfriend. Asking me for booty pics. That's not something you ask for when you are with someone. Nor is it something you should ask for any other time.

You made me feel weird, but it was covered up by pretty much daily compliments. So because I thought it was the only way for you to stay around, I did it. I shouldn't have, I know that, but I wanted you around. I would've done anything to get you to stay. But it wasn't right.

I couldn't do it anymore. It ruined me, made me feel like I was nothing to you other than a piece of ass. I don't want that. It hurts. Do you know how many nights I stayed up thinking about all the wrong I did, and how hurt you made me feel?

But yet, you haven't even told your girlfriend how much you messed up. Nor have I, because she already doesn't like me, just because I liked you for a couple months. Plus, you are my friend and I'm not going to be the person to come clean to her, because I wasn't the one asking for anything.