You think about my feelings and how you do them no justice. And you do really love me. But you have no interest in trying to be different towards me. You only want to leave. You push me away because you can't show me what I want. Meaning you can't show me you love me and show me that you want me around. And you have no interest in trying to change that. You don't fucking care to change that. You don't fucking care to fix it.
You really don't miss me yet. You don't think about me. You don't want to see me or talk to me. Just. Every day it gets more apparent how big of a lie all of your feelings were. And I don't know why you did it. I don't know why I'm never good enough for the kind of love that lasts. The kind of love I feel for all the wrong people
I want to text you and ask if you're okay. I want to talk to you but. You don't feel the same way about me. You don't care if I'm okay
