After all you put me through, I'm sick and tired of loving you more.
I'm not what you need and I'm not what you're looking for.
At first it was a heart wrenching revelation but I'm fine.
Am I stupid? A toy? To be used by you?
No.
And I'm so glad I realised it.
You're still wondering why I left, as if you did nothing.
You're telling yourself not to care but I know you, I know that deep inside you miss me.
I see it when our eyes meet making me want to vanish, it makes me angry when I see that in your eyes.
It makes me want to scream because you're making me feel bad when you should be feeling that.
I don't love you anymore I know I don't but part of me misses us. Our friendship.
You consoled me, made me laugh, we shared our insecurities, I helped you get over her, she not only broke your heart but mine too because you were in pain and that hurt me.
But that's all gone.
Ashes
Of us
float innocently.
