it's quite obvious to me now that you don't care nearly half as much as you say you do.
it's taken me this long to see through the veil and come to my senses.
i'll tell you about how i miss you and how much you mean to me, and you'll spill the same thing from your lips but tweak it so it sounds original.
and i fall for it.
every time.
not anymore.
i thought i cared too much about you to let you go, how silly of me.
i still wait for your name to pop up on my phone in hopes that maybe you'd get your act together and tell me how you really feel.
i hate this game that we're playing.
since you don't care about me i wish you'd just tell me and rip the band-aid off.
just give it up.
if you keep playing these games, we're both going to lose.
YOU ARE READING
Behind My Eyes.
Poetrycome pick my mind and stay awhile, make yourself comfortable. it's awfully lonely in here. - inside this book, you'll find five distinct parts: simply me, which tells you almost everything you need to know about me. you, which tells you...
