All I can seem to think about is you. Sometimes it feels as though you cut me open for the soul purpose of pouring salt in my wounds. As if your plan from day one was to break my heart, just for the pleasure of watching me completely fall apart. It seemed as though you thought love was some sort of sport. And if this is what you thought, you completely overplayed it.
It's not basketball season anymore so stop throwing my heart into the hoops.
I stayed with you for quite awhile, awaiting the day you would finally prove to me that you cared. It never came.
I was told by many that I should have just givin up, that you weren't worth the time of day. But to me you were worth Evey second. So I stayed.
I stayed for so long, that by the time I'd finally givin up, I had already lost everything to you. And I had to find a way to get these things back. Like playing an arcade game of Mario saving the princess, except I wasn't Mario and I certainly wasn't saving a princess. I was saving myself.
The fact that you gave yourself the right to break my heart is hilarious. You breaking me only gave me the strength I needed to move forward. You don't have that kind of power over me. And no man ever will
